6 p.m.

Six p.m. and it feels helpless Do you ever feel the same? Six p.m. and I can't help it I'll never see your face again Today, I don't wanna do shit Nothing worth doing, anyway And if something comes up, good luck getting me outta bed You need to get out of my head Can't help but think that was my shot Everything after definitely sucked Not sure how bad things were back then Memories play tricks, time and time again One thing I know was legit Is, when I said I loved you, I actually meant it Can't help but think that was my shot Everything after definitely sucked And if I get back to same thing I'd probably be miserable, anyway