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When you wanna die but you got a 9 a.m. - The Flat Stanleys
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When you wanna die but you got a 9 a.m. The Flat Stanleys

When you wanna die but you got a 9 a.m. - The Flat Stanleys
[Verse 1]
Late night conversations turn to late night drinks
As I crawl on hands and knees
To someone else's arms
And we'll both close our eyes
And pretend that I'm not me
But then I open my eyes and I'm alone in my room again
With screenshots of conversations that we had when I didn't introduce you as "my friend"

[Verse 2]
And I will help you look at schools
And I will help you plan your future
The one that doesn't involve me in any sense
But that's your right
And I will help you sleep at night
At the expense of my own body
But every day only feels okay
Until I wake up in the morning
This double twin bed swallows me whole
The jersey sheets become my lifeline
Thank you Carlo, Jason, and Meghan
And anyone else who was around
When I was lying on the bathroom floor
And then sky became the ground
It's not my time, it's not my time
Not quite yet
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