Downing wine on my bedroom floor
Doesn't make it okay
Sitting pavement chats on Wednesday nights
Isn't paving a way
When light comes under the door
I know we've been here before
Is this not ringing a bell?
Making love at sunrise
And doing drugs on some nights
It isn't easy to tell
Why am I laying on the floor?
Hoping to see you again
You're probably running around
Trying to be new again
I've got the time
Are you feeling alright
You're wasting my mind
I've got the time
Are you feeling alright
You're wasting my mind
You don't make sense you don't make sense you don't make sense
I bet you get this a lot
Tear us apart so you can give me a chance
To mend your broken heart...
Wearing that Prada tee-shirt
A self-proclaimed introvert
I'm getting comfortable now
But now you've found me somehow
Why am I laying on the floor?
Hoping to see you again
You're probably running around
Trying to be new again
I've got the time
Are you feeling alright
You're wasting my mind
I've got the time
Are you feeling alright
You're wasting my mind