FWB

I always hate all your friends
I go to work, I go to work, now I'm dead
I always fake cough right into my palm
I wanna be in a band i wanna hear you say my
Name in the Sam's Club
I wanna scream, dance, listen to The Cramps
Can you please still come over?
Won't let you leave this time, I won't
I've been mean, sick, slumped over
Got nothing left to think about
And I'm the one who said I'm out
Oh yeah, yeah