Something
Something 'bout how I've been feeling lately
Something 'bout staying in bed
Something 'bout how much I'd rather stay home
And all this other shit
I'll try harder this year
I'll make friends without guitars
Something tells me you've been struggling lately
Something 'bout your hanging dread
Something 'bout I'd much rather you hold
Than hanging by this thread
I'll try harder this year
I'll try helping you to change
You'll get help that you need
Without feeling like you're fine this way
'Cause we all know we're just the best
At trying to ride it out, this mess
But it's catching up, not shitty luck
Just how it all plays out and fuck
I miss not having day jobs
I miss not having this fog
I miss
You need to leave, sometimes I think you know
But you're holding on tight, too afraid of letting go
It's a shame you can't move away from your room
It's a shame you can't see a place here with me
'Cause we all know we're just the best
At trying to ride it out, this mess
But it's catching up, not shitty luck
Just how it all plays out and fuck
I miss not having day jobs
I miss not having this fog
I miss this
Something 'bout staying in bed
Something 'bout how much I'd rather stay home
And all this other shit
I'll try harder this year
I'll make friends without guitars
Something tells me you've been struggling lately
Something 'bout your hanging dread
Something 'bout I'd much rather you hold
Than hanging by this thread
I'll try harder this year
I'll try helping you to change
You'll get help that you need
Without feeling like you're fine this way
'Cause we all know we're just the best
At trying to ride it out, this mess
But it's catching up, not shitty luck
Just how it all plays out and fuck
I miss not having day jobs
I miss not having this fog
I miss
You need to leave, sometimes I think you know
But you're holding on tight, too afraid of letting go
It's a shame you can't move away from your room
It's a shame you can't see a place here with me
'Cause we all know we're just the best
At trying to ride it out, this mess
But it's catching up, not shitty luck
Just how it all plays out and fuck
I miss not having day jobs
I miss not having this fog
I miss this
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Neubecker, Jonathan Mata, Sam Blitvich, Shea Moriarty
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