It's Tuesday night go out with friends
I want this night to fucking end
'Cause I'm so drunk, it's only 6 p.m.
Show up to the show, music sucks me in
God, I gotta get far from here
Step outside to catch some air
'Cause ooh, I'm flying
My vision is multiplying
I start to count my regrets
As I head towards the cement
It's Tuesday night go out with friends
I want this night to fucking end
And I'm so drunk, it's only 6 p.m.
Show up to the show, music sucks me in
My sweatshirt is soaked in blood
Dust off the dirt and I get back up
Why, oh why, did I not choose to drive?
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood)
(Dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh, why did I just choose to fly?
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood)
(Dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh, why did I not choose to drive?
