I want us to do things
While we're supposed to do things
You're a peach I take a bite
I don't care if we fight
Sleep on your fathers' couch
Turn each other inside out
Make your room a hideout
Feel nothing
Feel nothing
Feeling so goddamn lame
Parents are embarrassing
Can we smoke in the tub?
I always need a hair cut
So what
So what
I'm crumbling
So what
So what
I'm crumbling
So what
So what
I'm crumbling
So what?
You wear your black turtleneck
I want you so what the heck
I want our faces to touch
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Eat chips in your underwear
Lying to the internet
Pretending we're best friends
So what
So what
I'm crumbling
So what
So what
I'm crumbling
So what
So what
I'm crumbling
So what?
You wear your black turtleneck
I want you so what the heck
I want our faces to touch
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Our faces got pretty close
They don't touch like I thought they might
But that's okay with me
I could die and be okay
