Cause you get me up high
Imma put on airs
Cause the AC just gets me cold
I dont want you to be cold
But just be cold, i hate signals
Cause now i am picking petals
To break my walls
Or hit the pedals
Cause you know you got me under

Ruined weekends
Here we go
Thinking of you
Here we go
I love weekdays
to let this go
Thinking of you
R.I.P tomorrow