Is it free time or the time I'm losing?

You're my distraction and I'm tired of choosing

Either way I'm gone, lost and ruined

I've never been too much of a fan of doing

"You're doing too much"

I told myself I'd love

To find some help even if it sounds rough

Bear the clichés but I've never given too much of a fuck

I'm trynna find pleasure in the little things like:

Getting home and taking my socks off

Looking at my phone and buying cheap knockoffs

And calling you just to get my rocks off

Dot, dot, dot…

Alone again with a comedown

Going through your words and the way they sound

We could have a quick talk to get it through my head

But I'd rather spend my time alone at home instead

Telling myself:

"Remember that life is not what goes through your mind after 9 at night"

It never is!

So don't think twice

Looking down and thinking to myself

"Jesus Fucking Christ"

I'm trynna find pleasure in the little things like:

Getting home and taking my socks off

Looking at my phone and buying cheap knockoffs

And calling you just to get my rocks off

Locked off and left out

No doubt that everyone around wants me to shut my mouth

Shout my secrets out loud to see if it gets any better

I usually make things work but just not in this weather

Have you ever wondered exactly what you're waiting for?

Maaaaaaaaan

We never liked the sport but we cheered when our team scored

It felt like we scored

And we always score something

Soft drugs like feeling loved and loving

Back then the thought of peace alone was stunning

Who would've thought that I'd hit the ground

Running

Running

Running