LYRIC



Well, I know every indie kid writes a song about this,
but for the first time I am experiencing it.
I am sitting on a leather couch,
body falling inside;
the lights are flashing to the beat,
but it’s just from faulty wires.
The room is getting dim,
everyone else is outside.
I’m sitting in the dark,
I kinda feel like crying.
I know it’s stereotypical,
it’s all been said before,
by some other loser in ripped jeans and beat up chuck taylors.

But I feel second hand high,
I didn’t smoke tonight.
Another night I might’ve,
but tonight I wanted my wits about me.
I’m preparing for the worst.
I hope we crash on our way home,
and fly into the median;
I will die lying on the road.
I will die lying to no one.

They ask me if I want to take a hit,
I politely decline.
Some guy asks to hit my vape,
he says I’ll let you hit mine.
The world is but a party favor and the internet’s not fine.
I wish that everybody here would die.

I feel second hand high,
I didn’t smoke tonight.
Another night I might’ve,
but tonight I wanted my wits about me.
I’m preparing for the worst.
I hope we crash on our way home,
and fly into the median;
I will die lying on the road.
I will die lying to no one.

I will give anything,
to sit outside the county jail,
and smoke some cigarettes,
while the world around us pales.
But my ride is stoned,
and without him I can’t get home,
so I’ll bury myself in my quickly dying phone.

But I feel second hand high,
I didn’t smoke tonight.
Another night I might’ve,
but tonight I wanted my wits about me.
I’m preparing for the worst.
I hope we crash on our way home,
and fly into the median;
I will die lying on the road.
I will die lying to no one.

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