Featherweight WSTR

[Verse 1]
With all my friends in the same place
It's safe to say we're fucking great at being basic
There’s nothing I can do to change this
Now it’s half past 3 and I can’t see the opportunities ahead of me
I'm drunk as fuck again
No cells between my head

[Pre-Chorus]
We really should've thought this through
Told my mother I would start a new
She told me i should grow up and to work on my attitude

[Chorus]
We got a broken leg and a cracked screen
Another party’s gonna be the death of me
I feel my blood getting thin outside clubs we can't get in
Unfortunate events on a Saturday
Is anybody gonna show me a better way?
I'll see myself in a state just like a featherweight

[Verse 2]
Dunno where I am
Or what the fuck was in that cup I just got handed
Scaled the fence but we crash landed (for fuck sake)
Dunno if I can stand
I’m out the picture
I’m heavy hearted and empty handed
You caught me out as if you planned it