Sorry, We're Capped

Did you choose to make your bed
Or did you just lay in it
Getting lost inside your head
At a party with your friends

In a room all full of people
Who just don't wanna be alone
On a lonely Friday night
In some random person's home

And then you ask yourself
Why am I here

I want nothing more
Than to be
A cockroach on the floor
In a former home

Take a long drag of your ciggy
And then look up at the stars
And you go to leave the party
Make your way down to the bars
Self examining your mind
To the core
What exactly were you looking for

And then you ask yourself
Why am I here

I could be asleep
Or smoking weed

I want nothing more
Than to be
A cockroach on the floor
Of a college bar

Someone you recognize from afar



Credits
Writer(s): Keigan Case
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