Don’t call me now, I am in bed. 
 I’ve sacrificed all chances for street-cred 
 As a result of sticking near 
 The same bed time for 13 years 
 But you know this I’ve said it before 
 Theres lots of things I’ve said before 
 Lots of things you kind of ignored 
 And [bad word] it off, you always [bad word] it off 

 Pacing down the hallway stairs 
 Mental notes of quick repairs 
 To gaps in my story for tomorrow morning 
 Of why I was up at this hour 
 (you owe me) 
 When I have children of my own 
 And when they have children of their own 
 I’ll spit and spew of my dumbass high school endeavors with prideful tone ( i wish they were so much better) 
 But when my freezing lower limbs approach that sly grinning little [bad word] I knew the [bad word] in every vowel sound that I had admitted just two nights before 

 Goodbye was not an option, 
 It’s clear to you but to no one was it clearer than to me 
 Since day one I’ve been locked in, 
 I’m not [bad word] hanging up. 

 I told you I loved you just outside your mom’s place. 
 You laughed then you felt bad as we sat there red-faced. 
 I felt like a [bad word] so I told you to get out, 
 But I guess Bren was right babe cause’ who’s laughing now.