FOMO

It gets dark early here

Flowers bloom on the other side of the sphere

I've got a fear of missing out

And I have it so severe

I am not myself

And I have not been all year

My bank account is not healthy

And neither is my sex life

I've never felt so lonely

With a person I've laid day by day beside

It is cold, even in the springtime

I wash our clothes, hang them out to dry

On the inside of our room

That we picked out for two

My bank account is not healthy

And neither is my sex life

I've never felt so lonely

With a person I've laid day by day beside