Completely

Picture yourself in the heart of it all

Where your friends are so tall

The skinniest skins and they kiss on the lips

They give others their flips

I don’t wanna

I don’t wanna

I don’t want to

I don’t want to

Separate issue:they won’t miss you when you’re gone.

You come for the comfort and stay for the cake

And the punch is still laced.

You stay in the entrance and pace like a monk

And you mope like a punk.

Now another

Now another

Now another:I could smother my new friends but they’d never know.

So picture yourself in the heart of it all

With new friends who won’t call

They’re skinny as skins and they kiss on the lips

And they grip by the hips.

Configure yourself into rave in bosch hell

Full of names you can’t spell.

Haley and michael are walking on heads

While you should be in bed.

Bratty with gin

Feels like a dream

It must’ve been