Stuck in bed til eleven

It’s cold outside but you’re still sweating

The only light the blue of your phone

You know if you keep it up they’ll stop calling

I’ve just about given up

Just about given up on you

You know I hate to see you like this

Two years strong and you’re still bitchin

Moss growing up on the walls

I keep trying to talk but you’re too tired to listen

You talk a big talk and you put up a front

But you ain’t doing nothing playing jack and getting drunk

Spitting out excuses like a cheap slot machine

I know you’ve given up

Given up on me

Will you ever learn to take the heat

Stuck in a cycle, rinse repeat

Smoke it down to the filter

Will you ever learn to play or stop trying to cheat

You talk a big talk and you put up a front

But you ain’t doing nothing playing jack and getting drunk

Spitting out excuses like a cheap slot machine

I know you’ve given up ooh

you’ve given up given up

Given up given up on me