Outro3

His mind is so messed up, a bag of bones a waste of space
Stay up with no fucking sleep, you're favorite song always on repeat
I wana be the chorus so annoying that it's stuck in your head
I wana be the last reason, the last second, the last moment, the last minute oh
What is there to prove we're just kids having fun
And i'm so sorry if we don't get along
I'd still like you to sign your name into my yearbook, im your #1 fan
I broke my arm in the 3rd grade and i haven't recovered since
Write yo urr name on my cast write ur rheart onmy locker
You say i dress too proper
I need some popstar lyricx falling in and out of love
I need some fucked up lyrics ab being into drugs