Well, I was crying in the back of the Lyft line
I was calling JR trying to get inside
And you told me it's not me, that it's all fine
But I can't help but to think
When you get home he's gonna be there
This Brooklyn kid eyeing your bleach-blonde hair
And I'll fall asleep in this armchair
Humming the words to Friendship songs
Well, your car's out parked on the side-street
Buying gallons of water, trying to get yourself clean
All my friends are drunk and comfy
But I still met none of yours
Well you turn on the heat, not the AC
So we're sweating our asses underneath the sheets
There's this restaurant out on Marcy
So let's get dinner at 10am
I'll piss my pants on the airplane
I'm so afraid of flying
That, and going insane
Will the wings crack off on the runway?
I'll never know if you texted back
In my head, I got it all wrong
Where we drive out to Jersey and you meet my mom
I think they got it right in that country song
That you're better than your past
Your car's out parked on the side street
Buying gallons of water trying to get yourself clean
All my friends are drunk and comfy
But I still met none of yours
You turn on the heat, not the AC
So we're sweating our asses underneath the sheets
There's this restaurant out on Marcy
So let's get dinner at 10am
You say you wanna see my drum in my band
Eating Builders Bars in the back of the van
Well I think there's only one constant
That's nothing is for sure
Your car's out parked on the side street
Buying gallons of water trying to get yourself clean
All my friends are drunk and comfy
But I still met none of yours
Well you turn on the heat, not the AC
So we're sweating our asses underneath the sheets
There's this restaurant out on Marcy
So let's get dinner at 10am
We'll be singing along to some country
Bouncing down the road in my new SUV
With our friends filling up all the back seats
While you're telling me I'm fine