Sleeping With My Cellphone

Well: Goodmorning, I love you - was all that you said to me

Notes on my phone make me see things in clever words

That I'll mumble out in stupid old memories

Of living middle school drama in high school I could see

If I had creativity, I'd be a bit more noticed

Like a lock on my door I will sleep alone and not attached to the other side

I can always tell when you lie

It's not that hard

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past

Or sleeping with my cellphone

And we seem to think the summer will last until next year

Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore

Along came the expressions I've been meaning to admit

Disguised in Metaphors and Similes a failure to submit to a straight line

You're losing all your time, just like your girlfriend

And I'm sorry for not writing things I'd promised you I'd would

But you'll just have to understand I'm just too poor to afford the things I need

Like stupid guitar strings

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past

Or sleeping with my cellphone

And we seem to think the summer will last until next year

Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past

Or sleeping with my cellphone