Cuddy

It's too late to take it easy

Guess I'll have to find out this week

What it's like to be twenty pounds of shit

In a ten-pound bag

I don't think about it often enough

To warrant any type of self-reflection

Everything is cool when I walk in circles for miles

I got no direction

And it was my

Belief that

Everything revolved around me

But it's cool

I've got a trick up my sleeve

And it's called drink 'til I fall asleep

Every conversation I have is too short now

I won't be discreet

I'd rather be home watching House M.D

And it's a reason but that reason couldn't lay here with me

It's too late for fake sorrys

Know that I'm a sucker for an enemies to lovers trope

I'd rather sit alone on this green couch

Than hear another story 'bout

How you used to party

Like a dickhead in high school

And it was my

Best try to

Fix everything but I can't

I lie awake in bed all day

And call in sick to work because I lack the motivation and now

Every conversation I have is too short

You feel like a disease

They couldn't diagnose on House M.D

And it's a reason but that reason couldn't lay here with me

Every conversation I have is too short

I wish you'd die on my screen

Like I was home just watching House M.D

And it's a reason but that reason couldn't lay here with me