I

want

to

be

like

Drake

and

Ri-

han-

na

Sit-

ting

court-

side

at

your

favo-

rite

bas-

ket-

ball

games,

hol-

ding

hands

Ea-

ting

six

dol-

lar

pop-

corn

and

yel-

ling

at

some

fu-

cking

guy

front

of

me

in

the–

stands

'Cause

he's

too

tall,

and

I

can't

see

And

I'm

sca-

red

'cause

he's

way

big-

ger

than

me

Well

you

hate

my

hair

and

you

hate

my

pants

Can't

unders-

tand

why

I

stay

up

late

get-

ting

drunk

with

my

friends

'Cause

it

makes

me

feel

like

I'm

still

fun

Makes

me

feel

like

you're

not

gone

But

your

room

is emp-

ty

now

And

your

bed

is

just

a

couch

And

I

just

wish

that

you

could

get

my

e-

mails

I

wish

I

could

just

call

you

up

And

tell

you

that

I

miss

you

But

I'm

do-

ing

fine,

are

you

al-

right?

And

I

I

know

it

sounds

in-

sane,

but

You're stuck

in-

side

my

brain

And

all I

want

is

to

re-

turn

To the

safety

and

com-

fort

of

your

bed

I

like

to

think

that

I

know

some

things

a-

bout

my-

self

But

I

can't

help

fee-

ling

like

a

huge

douche

when

I'm

around

you

Fuck

all

your

friends

and

their

stu-

pid

con-

ver-

sa-

tions

a-

bout

how

it

is-

n't

fair

to

be

us

To

be

young,

and

dumb,

and

sad,

and

scared

And

tired,

and

hun-

gry,

and

un-

der-

va-

lued,

and

o-

ver-

whelmed

When

all

I

want

to

do

is smoke

some

weed

and

stay

in

bed