Are you at home
Or away
I hope it's not too much to say
That I miss you
In the morning
When you're spending all of your parents money on liquor
And Uber
Made the 90 ft. vertical trek up inside to your apartment
Stilettos and garments
But you like the night scene, bud, and drinking too much
And I like hanging out with my friends
You like the structure of a working class love that I don't understand
You thank the man above when you wake up because it's all part of the plan
I won't be waiting on the sweet release of death to do what I can
Maybe it's all pointless and there's not much left to say
I'm just sitting here and ripping beers like it mattered anyway
Read these lines a thousand times there's nothing left to change
I'm just sitting here and bitching like it mattered anyway
Why don't you go just for the fun of it?
We both know there's happiness in substance
Why don't you go for the fun of it?
Why don't you go for the fun of it?
We both know there's happiness in substance
Why don't you go for the fun of it?
Every second my lungs get hot and my words gets caught I lose my train of thought
Every lesson I've learned for not in some parking lots trying to find some pot
Put the money in the basket, please, this is a robbery- this isn't anything to me
Fuck the secrets you're paid to keep using the lottery as ample company
Why don't you go for the fun of it?
We both know there's happiness in substance
Why don't you go for the fun of it?
(Shredding)
Why don't you go for the fun of it?
We both know there's happiness in substance
Why don't you go for the fun of it?
Why don't you go for the fun of it?
We both know there's happiness in substance
Why don't you go for the fun of it?