I need help I can't afford. Incomplete dorm room decor. The time between when we speak And we don't gets narrower by the day, Which bums me out, but that's okay. It's 1 AM, I won't be sleeping. This time tomorrow, I'll wake up sweating. And we'll look up at the stars. Patently, no future in that car. And we'll glance over and scoff. The real world is a fucking ripoff.