I exited my body and it got up off the carpet
And it kept on telling lies until they got me out the door
'Cause when I was eleven years old, I just wanted to be pretty
And when Johnny was eleven, huh, I hadn't even been born
May or may not have given a thumbs up to a man chillin in his garage without fully realizing that he was stroking himself through his basketball shorts.
you know what I thought when I was falling off that building and I went into panic mode! the last thing that my stupid brain could come up with before I died! WON'T THEY BE SORRY!
remember that ex classmate/friend of mine that texted me very suddenly that one time and asked how i was doing ?? well .... after we ran out of stuff to talk abt we stopped talking and that was like a month or two ago BUT NOW he sent me a pic of a few of our (ex) friends telling me they miss me and i'm π΅π΅π΅π΅ i literally don't know what to do or what to say like ??? i mean i do miss having friends but i don't know oh my fucking god what do i do i don't even know if i want to try and be friends with them again i mean should i ?