Текст песни You Look Tired - Pink Boy

Friday night
They outside
I'm in here
With my mirror
With my tears
With my fear
I can't stand next to my peers
I feel small
I feel gross
I'm gone drink up fuck your toast
Two AM by myself
I'll order the usual
Text from pops
He in Spain
I guess he gone call me soon
My heart drops
I'm in pain
Heard he won an Emmy too
Three A.M I passed out
Dreamt of her inside my house
Four A.M I woke up
I don't really like this love
It hearts me
So I seek
Things that will put my above
Birds chirping
It's morning
Justifies why I'm so shlumped