Shred Cruz

I want to be like Drake and Rihanna

Sitting courtside at your favorite basketball games, holding hands

Eating six dollar popcorn and yelling at some fucking guy front of me in the stands

'Cause he's too tall, and I can't see

And I'm scared 'cause he's way bigger than me

Well you hate my hair and you hate my pants

Can't understand why I stay up late getting 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 empty now

And your bed is just a couch

And I just wish that you could get my emails

I wish I could just call you up

And tell you that I miss you

But I'm doing fine, are you alright?

And I, I know it sounds insane, but

You're stuck inside my brain

And all I want is to return

To the safety and comfort of your bed

I like to think that I know some things about myself

But I can't help feeling like a huge douche when I'm around you

Fuck all your friends and their stupid conversations about how it isn't fair to be us

To be young, and dumb, and sad, and scared

And tired, and hungry, and undervalued, and overwhelmed

When all I want to do is smoke some weed and stay in bed