What a surprise
It's Friday night
And I'm alone on my couch
Watching my phone die
It's not alright
I need a life
Right now I'm sober
And so bored that I could die
I want a boyfriend with a cool name
To kiss or break up with, it's all the same
I just gotta get away till my head's clear
I can't create, I'm not inspired here
Where'd I go wrong
Can't write a song
And I've been locked up in my room
For way too long
And it's my fault
'Cause I choose not
To go and hang out with my friends
When they have fun
I need a tragedy or cruel fate
I'll take a good book too, it's all the same
I just gotta get away till my head's clear
I can't create, I fucking hate it here
Got a feeling it's about to change
And if it doesn't, I don't think I'll handle it
I'll go insane
