I swiped myself to sleep last night
I want to set my iPhone on fire
Cause Colin or Connor or David or Alex
Whatever his name is just asked me to breakfast
So I'll make excuses for my weekend
I cried myself to sleep last night
I want to throw myself into Charles
Cause Carol Ann's thoughtful
She asked how my day went
And I can't bring myself to tell her it was fine
Her hair's tucked behind her ears like yours
If I met her I'd fall apart for sure










