What About You?
And I was
Catching up with old friends
I'm in the parking lot, you're in a basement, I
I would expect that I'd just stay complacent there
You lost your parking pass, you were alone and scared
I hate the constant stress, and making such a mess
Of situations that I could not expect
I watched the cars go past, mutual friends at last
I never want to get my stupid t-shirt back
What about you?
Do you ever really feel alright?
What about you?
Does the thought of getting older really keep you up at night?
What about you?
I fell asleep in the closet, I know that I'm looking bad
All this pressure and stress that I know that I've never had
And I was
Coping in the same way
I'd rather stay inside, just smoking weed all day
I couldn't go outside in the Florida sun
You lost your parking pass, the aging wheel has spun
I feel my bones are sore, moving is such a chore
The letters write themselves, you always wanted more
To see the world with me, that's really all I'll need
I felt your hands inside my faded sweater sleeve
What about you?
Do you ever really feel alright?
What about you?
Does the thought of getting older really keep you up at night?
What about you?
I fell asleep in the closet, I know that I'm looking bad
All this pressure and stress that I know that I've never had
All this pressure and stress that I know that I've never had
Catching up with old friends
I'm in the parking lot, you're in a basement, I
I would expect that I'd just stay complacent there
You lost your parking pass, you were alone and scared
I hate the constant stress, and making such a mess
Of situations that I could not expect
I watched the cars go past, mutual friends at last
I never want to get my stupid t-shirt back
What about you?
Do you ever really feel alright?
What about you?
Does the thought of getting older really keep you up at night?
What about you?
I fell asleep in the closet, I know that I'm looking bad
All this pressure and stress that I know that I've never had
And I was
Coping in the same way
I'd rather stay inside, just smoking weed all day
I couldn't go outside in the Florida sun
You lost your parking pass, the aging wheel has spun
I feel my bones are sore, moving is such a chore
The letters write themselves, you always wanted more
To see the world with me, that's really all I'll need
I felt your hands inside my faded sweater sleeve
What about you?
Do you ever really feel alright?
What about you?
Does the thought of getting older really keep you up at night?
What about you?
I fell asleep in the closet, I know that I'm looking bad
All this pressure and stress that I know that I've never had
All this pressure and stress that I know that I've never had
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Writer(s): Andrew Schueneman
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