Blasted on a Weekday

What a surprise I'm drinking my feelings Rolling my eyes Staring at the ceiling And it's kinda funny Cuz you've got your daddy's money But it's not your wet dream Cuz you still can't have me You tell me that you just want my company But I don't really need a new accessory Call me pretty, but I know your game Why do all the boys look the same I'm lying on your floor Getting blasted on a weekday I can't like it like that You're the one I can't have Why am I on your floor Blasted on a weekday I can't like it like that You're the one I can't have I can't like it like that Like that, no Bloodshot eyes Your face is blurry I see signs That I make you worry And it's kinda funny That you'd kiss her when you love me But it's unappealing So I keep myself feeling High it's nice to see you let's pretend we're friends But we both know that I'll never see you again Call me pretty but I know your game Why do all the boys look the same I'm lying on your floor Getting blasted on a weekday I can't like it like that You're the one I can't have Why am I on your floor Blasted on a weekday I can't like it like that You're the one I can't have I can't like it like that Like that, no Like that Like that No Like that Like that No Blasted on a weekday