Lyrics
We’re getting ready for the weekend
Once it’s time to quit, I’m jumping out of my skin
Can’t wait to see old friends
But I’m a little anxious about spending so much time cooped up
After you blew up in our group chat
Lately you’ve really been a fucking dick
I’m just trying to have a good time
But you’re killing my vibe, now nothing ever seems right
It always feels like you’re a phantom
Sucking all the life out of the party and
Clinging to the backseat with your headphones in again
I start to see a pattern
You’re slipping outside for the seventh time today
I used to always dread when the tour is over
But now I can’t wait
But we’re not going home for three more fucking days
I’m just trying to have a good time
But you’re killing my vibe now nothing ever seems right
It always feels like you’re a phantom
Can’t distinguish if you’re real or avoiding us like
You’re walking through the walls, disappearing in the sun
Well I don’t believe in ghosts
Show me what’s real to you
Show me you’re real
‘Cause I’ve got no more reason to believe in you
It always feels like you’re a phantom
It always feels like you’re a phantom
It always feels like you’re a phantom
Written by: Bottom Bracket
