joining the mile high club without ever leaving the ground (haha, weed, get it?)
biting my nails waiting for a text,
a message that i know i'll never get.
asked you to talk three days ago.
the read receipt puts a burn hole in me.
all i wanna do is hang out with you
and listen to Algernon and pictures of june,
but you would rather fuck with guys
who are taller than me, so i guess i'll go to sleep.
just let me know if you want to let me go.
this treatment though, makes me hate you to the bone.
i wanna go, kinda over this whole party.
do you wanna go?
three whole months and no missed calls.
starting to wonder if you cared at all.
sleepless nights in dirty sheets,
wondering if you even miss me,
cuz i miss you.
i wish i could tell you
how much i miss the days
when i would get high with my friends and
text you every minute.
but you've been gone, and things have changed.
i don't think that this works for me
or for you frankly.
(fuckin'... what the fuckin'... fuck.
who the fuck fucked this fucking...
how did you two fucking fucks... fuck!)
just let me know if you want to let me go.
this treatment though, makes me hate you to the bone.
i wanna go, i'm kinda over this whole party.
do you wanna go?
a message that i know i'll never get.
asked you to talk three days ago.
the read receipt puts a burn hole in me.
all i wanna do is hang out with you
and listen to Algernon and pictures of june,
but you would rather fuck with guys
who are taller than me, so i guess i'll go to sleep.
just let me know if you want to let me go.
this treatment though, makes me hate you to the bone.
i wanna go, kinda over this whole party.
do you wanna go?
three whole months and no missed calls.
starting to wonder if you cared at all.
sleepless nights in dirty sheets,
wondering if you even miss me,
cuz i miss you.
i wish i could tell you
how much i miss the days
when i would get high with my friends and
text you every minute.
but you've been gone, and things have changed.
i don't think that this works for me
or for you frankly.
(fuckin'... what the fuckin'... fuck.
who the fuck fucked this fucking...
how did you two fucking fucks... fuck!)
just let me know if you want to let me go.
this treatment though, makes me hate you to the bone.
i wanna go, i'm kinda over this whole party.
do you wanna go?
Credits
Writer(s): Wasted Space
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Other Album Tracks
- poison ivy
- the sickest jumpshot this side of new hampshire
- crying and shitting and eating spaghetti
- ciggy break !!!
- joining the mile high club without ever leaving the ground (haha, weed, get it?)
- everybody thinks you’re a fake, but i believe in you (p.s. if you are a fake, don’t tell me...)
- profound yet self-aware midwest emo song title that has you in stitches
- st. bartholomew's self-massacre of 1567
- laundry
- a swift exit
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