Wake Up
Words & Music © 2020 Celia Spero
Wake up, see your shirt in my dresser
Been rereading the letters you wrote me
It's whatever
I've been searching and hoping that things will get better
But you're gone and it still hurts
You look real happy with her
Breathing but I can't feel my body
When I'm at the party I'm watching myself vibing
Like I could just disappear
Nobody would care that I'm not here
I'm not here
Saturdays like this
That's when the pressure hits
Call up my friends
Drive around all weekend
So I can pretend I don't think about
You
All the things that I wanna do
The life that I miss sitting in my room
It's truly all too much
It's too much
Wake up, see the sun come through my blinds
It reminds me of mornings I woke up by your side
I've been trying to rid your features from my mind
But then I see your picture
You look real happy, it hurts
Throw on my shoes and walk out the door but
Long Island don't feel like home anymore
It's just a place filled with memories, street signs, and old dreams
Things that can never be
Saturdays like this
That's when the pressure hits
Call up my friends
Drive around all weekend
So I can pretend I don't think about
You,
All the things that I wanna do,
The life that I miss sitting in my room
It's truly all too much
OUTRO
You
Do
Room
It's truly all too much
It's too much