Time of Day
Talking to myself over nothing
Wishing I was as productive as my friends
I would ask them how and where they've been
Then I'd get no response and a 'left on read'
Were they playing pretend?
Every day just gets so difficult
I just get so cynical
It all just feels too criminal
To blame my friends over what they do
They might just be too occupied
Tryna find their own way of life or
Maybe it's their way to say
'You were never worth our time of day'
All of the times I've lost all hope to learn
And feel like all my time is running out
And all of the times I went on my phone to lurk
And see what all of my friends are on about
Still wish them nothing but the best
With all the opportunities they share
But when I sing out of my chest
It feels like nobody seems to care
Every day just gets so difficult
I just get so cynical
It all just feels too criminal
To blame my friends over what they do
They might just be too occupied
Tryna find their own way of life or
Maybe it's their way to say
'You were never worth our time of day'
Does anybody that know me
Really care to ask me how I'm feeling?
Do I need to give them anything
To keep them from leaving?
Every day just gets so difficult
I just get so cynical
It all just feels too criminal
To blame my friends over what they do
They might just be too occupied
Tryna find their own way of life or
Maybe it's their way to say
'You were never worth our time of day'
Time of day
Time of day
Time of day
Time of day
Wishing I was as productive as my friends
I would ask them how and where they've been
Then I'd get no response and a 'left on read'
Were they playing pretend?
Every day just gets so difficult
I just get so cynical
It all just feels too criminal
To blame my friends over what they do
They might just be too occupied
Tryna find their own way of life or
Maybe it's their way to say
'You were never worth our time of day'
All of the times I've lost all hope to learn
And feel like all my time is running out
And all of the times I went on my phone to lurk
And see what all of my friends are on about
Still wish them nothing but the best
With all the opportunities they share
But when I sing out of my chest
It feels like nobody seems to care
Every day just gets so difficult
I just get so cynical
It all just feels too criminal
To blame my friends over what they do
They might just be too occupied
Tryna find their own way of life or
Maybe it's their way to say
'You were never worth our time of day'
Does anybody that know me
Really care to ask me how I'm feeling?
Do I need to give them anything
To keep them from leaving?
Every day just gets so difficult
I just get so cynical
It all just feels too criminal
To blame my friends over what they do
They might just be too occupied
Tryna find their own way of life or
Maybe it's their way to say
'You were never worth our time of day'
Time of day
Time of day
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Writer(s): Michael Pham
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