24 Hours
It's not clear if I am ripening or rotting
It girl told me if I'm sad to just go shopping
Kinda wish I could cut holes in all her French designer pockets, but I can't
She's a waitress and works part time as a hobby
Spends her wages in ten days on hipster coffee
Then moves abroad to be a star
I'd love to live on daddy's money, but I can't
Am I pathetic for being lost?
Only ever slip through the back door
'Cause apathetic comes at a cost
Babe, I swear to god that I need this more
And my imagination frequents your life
Thirty seconds snippets that twist the knife
Your 24 hours aren't the same as mine
(Do you wish that you were that hot?)
(Do you wish you were paid to shop?)
And I'd look so much better if I had your clothes
I watched the whole series when you did your nose
Even though it always looked fine
Your 24 hours aren't worth the same as mine
You're a fucking liar, but wait
I just wanna watch you unbox even more land waste
Because it scratches my brain
My attention span is lacking as of late
Tell me about that awful date
How you had to go home and masturbate
I doomscroll through all the hate
Please distract me from the state of the world as I know it
Am I pathetic for being lost?
Only ever slip through the back door
'Cause apathetic comes at a cost
Babe, I swear to god that I need this more
And my imagination frequents your life
Thirty seconds snippets that twist the knife
Your 24 hours aren't the same as mine
(Do you wish that you were that hot?)
(Do you wish you were paid to shop?)
And I'd look so much better if I had your clothes
I watched the whole series when you did your nose
Even though it always looked fine
Your 24 hours aren't worth the same as mine
Saw you on a billboard, babe, when I was walking to my 9 to 5
I know that the worlds a stage, can't help thinking if I had your life
I'd be dressed to the nines, I'd be out all night, I'd be drinking wine
Sink in with a backstage pass, with a brand new ass, I'd be quite alright
And my imagination frequents your life
Thirty seconds snippets that twist the knife
Your 24 hours aren't the same as mine
(Do you wish that you were that hot?)
(Do you wish you were paid to shop?)
And I'd look so much better if I had your clothes
I watched the whole series when you did your nose
Even though it always looked fine
Your 24 hours aren't worth the same as mine
It girl told me if I'm sad to just go shopping
Kinda wish I could cut holes in all her French designer pockets, but I can't
She's a waitress and works part time as a hobby
Spends her wages in ten days on hipster coffee
Then moves abroad to be a star
I'd love to live on daddy's money, but I can't
Am I pathetic for being lost?
Only ever slip through the back door
'Cause apathetic comes at a cost
Babe, I swear to god that I need this more
And my imagination frequents your life
Thirty seconds snippets that twist the knife
Your 24 hours aren't the same as mine
(Do you wish that you were that hot?)
(Do you wish you were paid to shop?)
And I'd look so much better if I had your clothes
I watched the whole series when you did your nose
Even though it always looked fine
Your 24 hours aren't worth the same as mine
You're a fucking liar, but wait
I just wanna watch you unbox even more land waste
Because it scratches my brain
My attention span is lacking as of late
Tell me about that awful date
How you had to go home and masturbate
I doomscroll through all the hate
Please distract me from the state of the world as I know it
Am I pathetic for being lost?
Only ever slip through the back door
'Cause apathetic comes at a cost
Babe, I swear to god that I need this more
And my imagination frequents your life
Thirty seconds snippets that twist the knife
Your 24 hours aren't the same as mine
(Do you wish that you were that hot?)
(Do you wish you were paid to shop?)
And I'd look so much better if I had your clothes
I watched the whole series when you did your nose
Even though it always looked fine
Your 24 hours aren't worth the same as mine
Saw you on a billboard, babe, when I was walking to my 9 to 5
I know that the worlds a stage, can't help thinking if I had your life
I'd be dressed to the nines, I'd be out all night, I'd be drinking wine
Sink in with a backstage pass, with a brand new ass, I'd be quite alright
And my imagination frequents your life
Thirty seconds snippets that twist the knife
Your 24 hours aren't the same as mine
(Do you wish that you were that hot?)
(Do you wish you were paid to shop?)
And I'd look so much better if I had your clothes
I watched the whole series when you did your nose
Even though it always looked fine
Your 24 hours aren't worth the same as mine
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Writer(s): Jack Shuter
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