The party next door
Is bleeding through the walls
My phone on my chest
Waiting for text that says it all
"Just come on over
We don't have to feel so bad anymore"
All I ever wanted
Was to be so talented
Everyone would have to love
No matter what I did
Maybe you do, maybe you don't
But you're not telling
Now when I wake up
Will you be the first thing that I think of?
Will you be the first thing that I think of?
Will you be the first thing that I think of?
Will you be the first thing that I think of?
Will you be the first thing that I think of?