Lyrics Friends - Cheekface

Sheesh! I hear breathing and I don't want to hear it
There's prescription pills for that, find them on clearance
It might be a hobby
It might be obsession
Jokes or bacon wrapped around something offensive?

Left your final concert right before the encore
Ask your therapist to tell you who you're gonna vote for

We don't have to be friends
Everything is pregnant with problems
We don't have to be friends
Cinnabons but nobody wants them
We have a weak connection and it's only for show
We don't have to be friends
I'm sitting down because it's good for the soul

Sheesh! Do you think you could develop any other interests?
Model painting, rock climbing, unlawful arrests
The vastness of the universe
The shortness of life
You know what? You'll scratch your back and I'll scratch mine

Left your final concert right before the encore
I ask your therapist to tell you who you're gonna vote for

We don't have to be friends
Everything is pregnant with problems
We don't have to be friends
Cinnabons but nobody wants them
We have a weak connection and it's only for show
We don't have to be friends
I'm sitting down because it's good for the soul

We don't have to be friends
Everything is pregnant with problems
We don't have to be friends
Cinnabons but nobody wants them
We have a weak connection and it's only for show
We don't have to be friends
I'm sitting down because it's good for the soul