Tristen G. Johnson - Nightlife Butterflies

I'm sick of being sad
My best friends are so bad
At giving me advice when I'm crying in my bed
I'm such a drunken mess
Can't figure out the rest
I'm lost and out of breath in the middle of the night
Oh woah oh
You can't see me at the bottom of the bottle
Oh woah oh
Forget about your problems we'll talk it out tomorrow
Oh my god what's wrong with me
I'm glad you think you fell asleep
Said some things I didn't mean
Hey what's in this drink what's in this drink
Technically we're single now
You blacked out and lost me downtown
Bad decision tunnel vision out of body
Blurry eyes
We could be nightlife butterflies
I'm sick of being sad
I'm stealing from your dad
My liquor cabinet soul
Oh god it never ends
I'm bouncing off the walls
I'm trying not to fall
My mom would be appalled
By the person I've become
Oh woah oh
Ping pong shots I'm playing with my brothers
Oh woah oh
The tabletop rocks I'm glad we got each other
Oh my god what's wrong with me
I'm glad you think you fell asleep
Said some things I didn't mean
Hey what's in this drink what's in this drink
Technically we're single now
You blacked out and lost me downtown
Bad decision tunnel vision out of body
Blurry eyes
We could be nightlife butterflies
Nightlife butterflies
Oh woah oh
My best friends are so bad
At giving me advice
Man I'm sick of being sad
Oh woah oh
I'm such a drunken mess
Can't figure out the rest
I am lost and out of breath
Oh woah oh
I'm sick of being sad
My liquor cabinet soul
Oh god it never ends
Oh woah oh
I'm sick of being sad
Oh my god what's wrong with me
Oh my god
What's wrong with me
Oh my god
Are you listening?

Written by:
JD Breidenbach, Justin Ferstler, Tristen Johnson

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