April

waking up on the wrong side of the bed
bright outside window light cover my head
it's 8:15 and i couldn't give a shit

missed the fuckin bus
noah can you pick me up
i'll pay you back
every single drop of gas
a couple minutes away
No shower this morning
throw on my tee and
Same jeans as last week
I put my hand out the window of the passenger seat cause
this breeze is the only consistent thing
and it keeps on pushing
more than i can say for me
more than I can say for me

april's coming over
spring is starting sober
summers never coming if im dead
april's coming over
spring is starting sober
summers never coming if im dead

sitting on the roof of my parents house
roy blair writing songs about april's couch
tryna get by with a broken heart
growing up always felt so fucking far for me
but now i'm 18 and it's all around the corner
stressed out, acne, card declined my fucking order
damn
and i'm supposed to work at 3
check hit but i can't get me a drink
i would do anything to make me feel less bleak
in this small small town where everyone end up in the same thing
almost got hit by the train
when i was running in the rain
would it have changed a fucking thing
or would they go about their day
wait for birds to start to sing
wait the birds just start to sing
wait

april's coming over
spring is starting sober
summers never coming if im dead
april's coming over
spring is starting sober
summers never coming if im dead



Credits
Writer(s): Max Wardlow, Ramiro Garcia
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