I don't wanna sleep in this bed anymore
Lakes are relaxing, but my head is sore
I can't even go to the store
Without my toes falling off
Feels like a blessing, but I don't take Sunday's off
Sober texts at 3 am
To the one I want back home
I think she knows it, but she wants to leave me alone
But she's throwing me a bone
Dry cabinets in this dorm
Fireball doesn't even feel warm
I see no lights from the city
(No lights from the city)
I paid so much I can't see the city that's pretty
Much overworked
But I get it
I'm just trying to get my Mom a birthday present
And Dad. Sis one, two, and three
I took the lead, now they wanna be like me
They like what they see
But they don't see me
I'm up in the woods hoping these trees grow money
It's funny
It's grotesque, the best, the one I need to know
'Cause for the next four years this place is my home