I'm gonna be my own drunk text romance
Lying on my bed, phone wire wraps my hand
I'm gonna keep me up all night
Cause I'm a shot up about the boy I like
I'm gonna fall in love with my dumb hair
Bad skin, weird bump on my nose
I'm gonna become my own reason to wake up before eleven
You're gonna call it cringe
But you'll never get Juliet to the balcony
Without some character development You should smile for once
Before you wake up Before you wake up
I'm gonna be my own drunk text romance Lying on my bed,
phone wire wraps my hand
I'm gonna keep me up all night Cause
I'm a shot up about the boy I like
I'm gonna fall in love with my dumb hair Bad skin,
weird bump on my nose
I'm gonna become my own reason to wake up before eleven
You're gonna take me home to meet your dad And he's gonna say
Yeah he's gonna say
His wind dial and it could be better But he'd try for us,
so
He's a keeper son
I'm gonna be real nervous when I go to ask the waiter
If they're open,
you're gonna hold my hand Say you made
the grass turn green on my special day
And I promise to be The bee in your bonnet
The tail steel sonic The picture in your locket
The fuel in your rocket The tissue in your pocket
The triceratops in your pulpit The plug in your socket
The milk to your chocolate The spanner to your sprocket
Alright, that's all I got!
I'm gonna be my own drunk text romance Lying on my bed,
phone wire wraps my hand
I'm gonna keep me up all night Cause
I'm a shot up about the boy I like