amaii - I'm Losing Track of Time

I never said you were a bad person
I just said it's not you
And you know it's not you
Oh, and this party is you
Who are all these people
These are my friends
Name one of them
Tes... -ley
You're just looking at the Tesla
I don't know why it's so hard for you to believe that I can be happy
I'm not like you, okay
I don't fetishize my own sadness
I don't fetishize my own sadness
Sure
You don't know- ow- ow- ow- anything about me

And I'm wrapped in a blanket
Cause it's 2 AM on a Saturday (She is very gorgeous to me!)
And I'm trying to be anyone else
Anyone who isn't me (I think I'm really dying)
I'm speaking in fragmented sentences (Yeah, I heard that) (No, I'm really dying)
And putting words together that don't make sense
(Are you fighting the urge to make out with me right now?)
Cause Phoebe Bridgers does it (Not really, I'm really into this pizza though)
But I'm not her

You can never get to class on time anymore
The halls are too long for that
I have 12 tardies on my record
And I missed prom
And I wrote this song instead
And I wish that it didn't turn out this way
But sometimes the hall just doesn't go where you want it to go
Is it the chorus yet?
No, it's a building of the verse

I- I- I- I
I don't know what you're thinking about (I'm losing track of time)
But I'm thinking 'bout it anyway (I'm losing track of time)
I don't know what I'm thinking about (I'm losing track of time)
I'm losing track of time
Yeah
I don't, I don't, I don't (I'm losing track of time)
Yeah
I'm losing track of time
I don't know what I'm thinking about (I'm losing track of time)
Time

You know what's gonna happen
You're gonna win that Oscar
And then you're gonna go up on that stage and give your little speech
And then you're gonna go home
And you're gonna be so miserable you're gonna want to kill yourself
And you're gonna have nobody left to stop you

Your online friends are not your friends
You don't have to bother going to them and making
Things okay unless you want something from them (Oh, ay ay)
Bitches wanna be like waah waah I'm boujee and I'm
(Ha ha ha)
Can someone please buy me a fuckin
Chicken sandwich (Or some Five Guys)
Not from Chick-Fil-A though
It doesn't even taste good there and they're mean to gay people
I hate you still
It's 1:30 in the morning already
I'm losing track of time

Written by:
amaii .

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