Chairs in the pool
And girls in my bed
Wreck yourself tonight
Three good men are dead
Running through the night
Like I'm not awake
In the backseat of Your car
I'm not good this late, well
I can't keep living like this
Filling water bottles for excuses to kiss
Sleeping here for weeks, tryna take breaks
But only cause I can't keep staying up late
Nights like this
And back to mundane
The weeks go by
But the days feel the same
Nights spent waiting
In line for a hit
East Coast house party
Never gonna quit
Chairs in the pool
And girls in my bed
Wreck yourself again
Three men have been dead
Running through the night
Like I'm not awake
In the backseat of your car
I'm good when it's late
Waking up on the basement floor
I spent this whole week like the weekend before
Losing friends but keeping them close
Im already tired and it's ten at the most
Nights like this
And back to mundane
The weeks go by
But the days feel the same
Nights spent waiting
In line for a hit
East Coast house party
Never gonna quit
Nights like this
And back to mundane
The weeks go by
But the days feel the same
Nights spent waiting
In line for a hit
East Coast house party
Never gonna quit