Couch/Sectional (Acoustic)

I know you tried to fake it

But that shit′s overrated

You know it hurts to say this

Life's so hard, I can′t take it

Far inside your mind, let me out

I guess she takes the bed, I'll take the couch

And tears begin to run beside my mouth

I let it all build up, you let it out

I just wanna be cool enough to kick it

But I'm on the road, not selling tickets

Momma said to stay away from bitches

But I can′t

Why does every fucking song I write seem so sad?

Damn, I guess it′s just my bad

Damn, I guess I'm in my bag

Damn, I guess it′s just like that

I'm in my bag

Can′t fuck with me, I'm in my bag

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I just wanna be cool enough to kick it

But I′m on the road, not selling tickets

Momma said to stay away from bitches

But I cannot

Why does every fucking song I write seem so sad?

Damn, I guess it's just my bad

Damn, I guess I'm in my bag

Damn, I guess it′s just like that

Don′t wanna wake up on the fucking couch again

Don't wanna wake up on the fucking couch again