I'm sick of having Nothing in common With all my college friends- if you can call them that I'm sick of getting left on read by All these record labels they all think I'm bad Another wasted day Another wasted excuse I'll drag myself out of bed Just to write about you I don't even like sleeping I use it to hide from the chaos Thrive from the payoff I can't tell if we're on a break or it's over Could be high, but I'm sober No matter how many moral dilemmas in mind, I must stay true to myself No matter how many times I push it away It always comes circling back to me So what's the point of doing the right thing If the people you care about wont even believe in you Sick of having Nothing in common With all my college friends- if you can call them that I'm sick of getting left on read by All these record labels they all think I'm bad