I leave my house at 3 o' clock With two hundred texts and two missed calls
Guess all of the friends that I pissed off All talked
And I took a job for just July But feels like I might be here for life
* Yeah, I'm in it now, I'm in it now Could I start again, somehow?
** Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest Got stress filling up my head
So I spent last night blowing up my life Now you won't see me again
Cheers to the front and cheers to the back And cheers to the 2010s
I could hate my guts when the sun comes up But I like myself like this
I like myself like this
Why should I fix the shit I've done When I could just pack my shit and run?
Delete every number from my phone So long
Yeah, I'll get new shirts 'cause mine all stink And I'll tell my boss what I really think
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I could hate my guts when the sun comes up But I like myself like this