Come On, Guys (Demo) Worst Party Ever

Love how you
Disappear, if I need you
You're sleeping, I get that, I want you to know that I try
To figure out
Where I'm going
And where I'm sleeping, and how much emotion is showing
And one can only imagine the things that you think of

I want to see the country
Without goodbyes
But I can't afford that
So fuck my life

And all these guessing games
And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry

When did I leave the seventh grade?

You feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say
Your words can't make my problems go away

You say I lose things
That I can't find
There's no more covers
Left to hide in
You say I'm lazy, incompetent, I'm always too tired to try
Everyone's stuck, living their skewed up version of life
And now I have a job, and Bobby's living in Tallahassee