Polaroid pictures on your sheets Decaying faces, the same routine Calling off for the second time this week All I ever do is sleep All my friends are paying off their loans I don't even wash my sheets cause Why bother, I'll always be alone Would you wanna come over and hang out Pick up all the shit you left at my house What do we even have to talk about What do we even have to talk about Talk about And all my friends have moved on with their lives I'm still calling out for cigs inside Cigs inside Cigs inside In everyone's house but mine In everyone's house but mine Polaroid pictures on your sheets Forgotten faces, bitter memories Bitter memories Bitter memories Bitter memories