Aditi Ajoy - couch

Why does every Friday night always end the same
Why do I go back again, watch their walk of shame
Why does every morning have to start with a headache
Why do I smile when I hate it?
Cause, I like my couch a lot
Better than I like you in the parking lot
Better than your hands all on me, couch a lot
I don't wanna go out at all
I like my couch a lot
Why does every Sunday night always feel the same
Regretting all the parties that I missed, god I hate it
Scrolling through the photos, the FOMO is real, but I, I, I
I like my couch a lot
Better than I like you in the parking lot
Better than your hands all on me, couch a lot
I don't wanna go out at all
I like my couch a lot
We're making grand plans all over texts
But we'd rather stay in, lay in our beds
Scrolling through the photos, the FOMO is real, but I, I, I
I like my couch a lot
Better than I like you in the parking lot
Better than your hands all on me, couch a lot
I don't wanna go out at all
I like my couch a lot
Better than I like you in the parking lot
Better than your hands all on me, couch a lot
I don't wanna go out at all
I like my couch a lot

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Aditi Ajoy

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