New Supply

You got me figured out You got me stressing on some shit I shouldn't think about That I can do without I'm talking 'bout the way I feel Cause you know like I know This shit ain't real But it gets me through the day When the lonely hits It's a simple how you doin' from the ones I miss And there I go again So tell me what to do Keep on denying that I'm feeling like I'm feeling you Or that it it can't be true that Maybe you might feel the same And does it matter It ain't nothing but a childish game But it gets me through the day And when the nighttime hits I stay up daydreaming bout the ones I miss Laid up in my bed Writing sad songs cause they're living in my head And there I go again And there I go again And there I go again And there I go again Oh I've got a case of inspiration Laced with a hint of infatuation I've got a case of inspiration New supply