Go chill with better friends I can deal with that I rewrite my words This sheet feels like a trap And it's like 7:30 And I can't feel my legs My visions getting blurry I'm falling through the bed Keep my eyes wide open For the fake shit They're complacent Fucking hate it It goes on and on Its all spinning I feel dizzy, I feel dizzy Call me on the phone Say you'll come around Say you're coming home You wont take that route I'm just sick and tired of all the promises You say you'll do better but you talk shit Go chill with better friends I can deal with that I rewrite my words This sheet feels like a trap And it's like 7:30 And I can't feel my legs My visions getting blurry I'm falling through the bed