7 O'clock
So it hits me real hard around seven o'clock
Drink a coffee and floor it and get ready to rock
But there's nobody here and nobody downtown
If nobody hears you are you really around?
So I'll wake up alone, with salt in my eyes
And I haven't the slightest and I haven't the right
The right or a clue, I wouldn't know if I knew
Trees bend in the wind and they are dark fucking blue
We never existed, I continue to not
Street caves like it's rubber and it's not even hot
A glitch in the game, I loop like a bug
And all that I ever wanted was a really tight hug
Fuck, man
I'll call her again, but she's a huge fucking ghost
I fell for dead air 'cause it was all I could host
And I'll cut up my shirts and I'll sing in the rain
It doesn't quite matter 'cause it all feels the same
I don't want what I want, feels bad to feel good
I'm made of bad code, I'm waterlogged wood
Cry for the feeling, stay in bed for the fun
A brand new beginning and I'm already done
The future is static, it trips on the floor
And makes its way underneath my bedroom door
A glitch in the game, I loop like a bug
And that I ever died for was another tight hug
Ladies and gentlemen, a word from our sponsors
I am deceased, my nuts have been busted
(Bullshit)
So just get wrecked, I guess
I mean, you kind of failed the cool kid test, I guess
It's kind of sad if this is you at your best, I guess
It's not fun anymore
I'm kinda bored
So let's go fuck shit up
Come on
Let's go out
(I am deceased, my nuts have been busted)
So I'll wake up again to twelve o'clock lights
And I haven't the slightest and I haven't the right
The right or a clue, I wouldn't know if I knew
Trees bend in the wind and they are dark fucking blue
We never existed, I continue to not
Street caves like it's rubber and it's not even hot
A glitch in the game, I loop like a bug
And all that I even died for was another tight hug
Bullshit
Drink a coffee and floor it and get ready to rock
But there's nobody here and nobody downtown
If nobody hears you are you really around?
So I'll wake up alone, with salt in my eyes
And I haven't the slightest and I haven't the right
The right or a clue, I wouldn't know if I knew
Trees bend in the wind and they are dark fucking blue
We never existed, I continue to not
Street caves like it's rubber and it's not even hot
A glitch in the game, I loop like a bug
And all that I ever wanted was a really tight hug
Fuck, man
I'll call her again, but she's a huge fucking ghost
I fell for dead air 'cause it was all I could host
And I'll cut up my shirts and I'll sing in the rain
It doesn't quite matter 'cause it all feels the same
I don't want what I want, feels bad to feel good
I'm made of bad code, I'm waterlogged wood
Cry for the feeling, stay in bed for the fun
A brand new beginning and I'm already done
The future is static, it trips on the floor
And makes its way underneath my bedroom door
A glitch in the game, I loop like a bug
And that I ever died for was another tight hug
Ladies and gentlemen, a word from our sponsors
I am deceased, my nuts have been busted
(Bullshit)
So just get wrecked, I guess
I mean, you kind of failed the cool kid test, I guess
It's kind of sad if this is you at your best, I guess
It's not fun anymore
I'm kinda bored
So let's go fuck shit up
Come on
Let's go out
(I am deceased, my nuts have been busted)
So I'll wake up again to twelve o'clock lights
And I haven't the slightest and I haven't the right
The right or a clue, I wouldn't know if I knew
Trees bend in the wind and they are dark fucking blue
We never existed, I continue to not
Street caves like it's rubber and it's not even hot
A glitch in the game, I loop like a bug
And all that I even died for was another tight hug
Bullshit
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Writer(s): Celeste Ferguson
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