Eleven, Eleven

I’m sick of sleeping in
And losing all my friends to substances
And I’d call you up if I thought you gave a shit
Harsh words exit your mouth
I’d flip myself upside down and turn myself inside out
Just for you, like I do
I will surely fuck this up
Then we’ll both end up feeling stuck
Since I wasted all my lucky stars on you
Then you will not answer the phone
And I will toss and turn alone
Since I wasted all my lucky stars on you
La da da da da
Fuck you, now I’m done