Arms Like Roses - Conversations at 3AM On a Friday Night

Sleepovers at friends' houses
Floral curtains and shared mattresses
Finishing each other's sentences
As we pass out on the floor

Conversations make so much more sense at Three AM
I'd rather die, than think about my boring Nine to Five life

Laughing until the sun wakes up
Screaming the words to our favorite songs
Cause we don't give a fuck

Tomorrow will be just another day
But I'd rather live right now than watch it all change
Make sure to tell your friends you love them

Written by:
Estelle Angel

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