Punching Pillows

Writing a song about fucking around
'Cause I don't miss you, I just miss the good times
We used to hang around, I'd chase you all over town
But I don't miss you, I just miss the good times

'Cause now I spend my whole paycheck on bullshit
With all of my bills and my comfort is culprit
And now I spend my whole night punching pillows
With not enough sleep and I'm wasting my brain cells
Missing all my former fake friends over all the real good times

And now I can't stay sober so my friends keep staying over
Just to make sure when I sleep that I wake up in the morning
And you waste your potential shacking up in the residential part of town
We'd race around when we had our parents' insurance

But now you spend your whole paycheck on bullshit
With all of the mouths that you feed as the culprit
And now I spend my whole night punching pillows
With not enough sleep and I'm wasting my brain cells
Missing all my former fake friends over all the real good times



Credits
Writer(s): David Smith
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