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Hey mom, I'm doin' just fine Know I haven't called in a long, long time, but No news is good news, I swear I've got a few new interest Met another girl on the internet Can you tell that I'm full of shit from there? Hate to hang up, but I'm late For gettin' punched right in my face By a world that wants to break me down Got my rent to pay, but I'm broke All my shoes are down to the soles Yeah, my bed is still on the floor I'm so over it, over it Everybody's fallin' in love While I'm stumblin' home, still drunk 20 somethin' down on my luck I'm so over it, over it Kinda wish a friend would text me Feelin' like my wallet and my glass half empty Oh, I'm so sorry for the ventin' I ain't in a rush, I'm just ready for the endin' Hate to hang up my complaints Like a showcase on display For a world that wants to break me down Got my rent to pay, but I'm broke All my shoes are down to the soles Yeah, my bed is still on the floor I'm so over it, over it Everybody's fallin' in love While I'm stumblin' home, still drunk 20 somethin' down on my luck I'm so over it, over it I'm so scared I'll end up back home Everybody says that I'm close At the bottom of a hill, nowhere to go But over it Got my rent to pay, but I'm broke All my shoes are down to the soles Yeah, my bed is still on the floor I'm so over it, over it Everybody's fallin' in love While I'm stumblin' home, still drunk 20 somethin' down on my luck I'm so over it, over it
Writer(s): Dan Swank, John Spencer Jordan, Knox Alexander Morris, Victor Viramontes-pattison, Jesse Frimmel, Matt Fowler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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