330am

Mm yeah yeah yeah Mhmmm Drinking all the pain away But still in pain today Thinking 'bout what I can't face Your sad or angry face Wishing I could Runaway Like I'm Mr. Ye Missing our good SZA days Kissing 'til 330 AM It's three:30 and the club I just left My body's taking home the alcohol and smell of cigarettes That's the reason you're upset You was undercover(s), tucked-in like a fed Now I'm drunk up in your bed I say"I love you" kiss your head You pretend and then while I slept You say I'm fucked up under breath That's a punch into my chest I guess I deserve what I get My brain is turning Are we finished? Room is spinning I've been burning like a swisher Yearning for a new beginning Drinking all the pain away But still in pain today Thinking 'bout what I can't face Your sad or angry face Wishing I could Runaway Like I'm Mr. Ye Missing our good SZA days Kissing 'til 330 AM Time passes, things change You still don't mean what you say When you're mad, I get"k" I text back"what's wrong babe?" I've had a couple therapists To help with the shit my parents did I was an anxious, not an angry kid But hiding my feelings is dangerous I can't talk to you about anything I say I'm hurt you won't even give me the time of day My fault you want everything all bottled up You're the one who taught me to drink until the bottle's drunk Drinking all the pain away But still in pain today Thinking 'bout what I can't face Your sad or angry face Wishing I could Runaway Like I'm Mr. Ye Missing our good SZA days Kissing 'til 330 AM