Fresher

Imma' beep up your cell it go to voicemail
Like an empty shell, I'm all hollowed out
Well I'm a romanticist, but there's no fun in this
You brush me off like a wet kiss

I've got a bottle now, everything is okay
Wise words from a man doomed to fail
I'm sitting outside, spotting constellations
Keep trying to connect the dots

Well I'm just, taking my time
Smoking cigarettes in parking lots and
Drinking wine
I wanna say a prayer but my throat's too dry
Lord forgive me
I don't know if Imma' make it to 25, if Imma' make it to 25

Mmm, I wanna say a prayer but my throat's too dry
(Where are you now?)
Lord forgive me
(I'm losing my mind)
I don't know if Imma' make it to 25, if Imma' make it to 25

Well I'm just, taking my time
Smoking cigarettes in parking lots and
Drinking wine
I wanna say a prayer but my throat's too dry
Lord forgive me
I don't know if Imma' make it to 25, if Imma' make it to 25



Credits
Writer(s): Finn Antrobus
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