Worst Party Ever Sleeping With My Cellphone
Well "Goodmorning, I Love You." was all that you said to me
Notes on my phone make me see things in clever words, that i'll mumble out in stupid old memories
Of living middle school drama in high school I could see
If I had creativity, i'd be a bit more noticed
Like a lock on my door I will sleep alone and not attached to the other side. I can always tell when you lie
It's not that hard
And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past
Or sleeping with my cellphone
And we seem to think the summer will last until next year
Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore
Along came the expressions i've been meaning to admit
Disguised in Metaphors and Similes a failure to submit to a straight line
You're losing all your time, just like your girlfriend
And I'm sorry for not writing things i'd promised you i'd would, but you'll just have to understand i'm just too poor to afford the things I need
Like stupid guitar strings
And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past
Or sleeping with my cellphone
And we seem to think the summer will last until next year
Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore
And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past
Or sleeping with my cellphone
