Текст песни February 15th - Hobo Johnson

The butterflies in my stomach have died
Now there's lowly caterpillars that are waiting for the night to strike
And they've been dying to escape
The pit of my stomach's a real dark fuckin' place
Oh, my new friends are starting to know
Why my old ones don't talk to me anymore
My ex knows why my last one's my last one
Hey, guess why
It's all my stupid fuckin' actions
I'm gonna feel alone forever
I'm gonna feel alone forever
But I'm getting used to the thought
Except late at night, no maybe I'm not
I'm gonna feel alone forever
I surely feel alone forever
But I'm getting used to the thought
Except late at night, no (maybe I'm not)
She went to Columbia and I went to jail
I just wanted another apple when she really wanted Yale
And that is the problem where all of this lies
I'm emotionally unstable. I'm just a crazy fuckin' guy!
Who's–
Who surely feel alone forever
I'm gonna feel alone forever
But I'm getting used to the thought
And in a couple years I'm gonna pay to make it stop
I'm gonna feel alone forever
I'm gonna feel alone forever
But I'm getting used to the thought
And in a couple years I will pay to make it stop