I'm pullin' out every trick up my sleeve
Nothin's workin out I'm going nowhere fast
My friends are gettin tired of my shit
How I'm always high and the wants that I mask in lies
Just try
Why can't the sun just stay down
For a couple days at least
So I can finally get some sleep and catch up on my dreams
Cause I sure as hell won't do the work to make them real
If my feet aren't stuck to a movie theater floor
Then my hands are stuck to the bar off Wilson and Starr
Bar food calamari
Tell my stomach double sorry