Wet Floor Sign
Somethings in the air again I swear again I feel it
Swinging through the different phases feelings fading
Keep on dreaming
She ain't staying
She'll be gone
Just like that dog
You said you want
But not too long
You're not home
You ain't close
And he won't come
Cuz you don't call
Photos cuz I'm lonely you don't know
How I'm feeling 'bout you at all
Need to interrupt
I was in a rut
I don't need that much
You already had enough
How was I to be that strong
Saying no to what I want
How you always in a rush
Thought that I was number one
Now I'm dumb
How to cope
Hit your phone
Say hello
How you been
I don't know
What to say cuz we ain't close anymore
And you tell me that you like how it feels when your life got busier
And we don't talk that much cuz your life got busier
Pick up the phone
Leave me alone you said
Now we don't talk that much
Now we don't talk that much
Since you got busier
Since you got busier
Calm down boy
I know my music is absurd
You can tell your friends
That I mean every single word
Little small town
With an obsession for the word
Of Jesus H Christ
Bike stolen
I'm a boy with a 12 pack
Ramping buggies off the curb
Everybody asking when I'm gonna go to church
Sober up quick and take a walk back to work
To prove it to the lord that he should love you more than her
And you tell me that you like how it feels when your life got busier
And we don't talk that much cuz your life got busier
Pick up the phone
Leave me alone you said
Now we don't talk that much
Now we don't talk that much
Since you got busier
Since you got busier
It's just a front
Don't look in the back
The back of my trunk
Is full of my snacks
It's just a front
Don't look in the back
The back of my trunk
Is full of my snacks
Think about it you ain't the best
That's absurd
You ain't done enough
You're underdone
You need to cook some more
Satisfy the best ones
Stuck more than just the gum
Under tables come the rain
Don't drop it on the floor
I feel like throwing up my lunch
Chicken and rice
She don't like me very much
Yeah I'm a slut
Don't tell my mom
Don't look at my butt
I'll tell my mom
Yeah I'm a slut
Don't tell my mom
Don't look at my butt
I'll tell my mom
Swinging through the different phases feelings fading
Keep on dreaming
She ain't staying
She'll be gone
Just like that dog
You said you want
But not too long
You're not home
You ain't close
And he won't come
Cuz you don't call
Photos cuz I'm lonely you don't know
How I'm feeling 'bout you at all
Need to interrupt
I was in a rut
I don't need that much
You already had enough
How was I to be that strong
Saying no to what I want
How you always in a rush
Thought that I was number one
Now I'm dumb
How to cope
Hit your phone
Say hello
How you been
I don't know
What to say cuz we ain't close anymore
And you tell me that you like how it feels when your life got busier
And we don't talk that much cuz your life got busier
Pick up the phone
Leave me alone you said
Now we don't talk that much
Now we don't talk that much
Since you got busier
Since you got busier
Calm down boy
I know my music is absurd
You can tell your friends
That I mean every single word
Little small town
With an obsession for the word
Of Jesus H Christ
Bike stolen
I'm a boy with a 12 pack
Ramping buggies off the curb
Everybody asking when I'm gonna go to church
Sober up quick and take a walk back to work
To prove it to the lord that he should love you more than her
And you tell me that you like how it feels when your life got busier
And we don't talk that much cuz your life got busier
Pick up the phone
Leave me alone you said
Now we don't talk that much
Now we don't talk that much
Since you got busier
Since you got busier
It's just a front
Don't look in the back
The back of my trunk
Is full of my snacks
It's just a front
Don't look in the back
The back of my trunk
Is full of my snacks
Think about it you ain't the best
That's absurd
You ain't done enough
You're underdone
You need to cook some more
Satisfy the best ones
Stuck more than just the gum
Under tables come the rain
Don't drop it on the floor
I feel like throwing up my lunch
Chicken and rice
She don't like me very much
Yeah I'm a slut
Don't tell my mom
Don't look at my butt
I'll tell my mom
Yeah I'm a slut
Don't tell my mom
Don't look at my butt
I'll tell my mom
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Writer(s): Dillon Zimmerly
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