Girls In The Suburbs Singing Smiths Songs
Goody Grace
She don't hit me up anymore, no Things that were fun just ain't fun anymore, no Six in the morning I know I should go home But I, uh-huh High as fuck and the clock's screaming tick-tock Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs I know that it's wrong I don't know what I'm doin, but Maybe one day it'll all make sense, oh-oh Maybe one day it'll all make sense, oh-oh Maybe one day it'll all make sense But I just don't know when And it feels like the end And all of my friends Said That I should get my mind off of the wrong things I should probably tear off all my heart strings You can't pull them no more, no Can I pass out on your floor Can I have a little more so I can Hear you babble on some more about him About him, yeah I got a little water bottle full of whiskey Oh, you lookin pretty like a model you should kiss me You so cool with your drugs and your ripped jeans I'm with you, but you ain't with me, no, no Maybe one day it'll all make sense But I just don't know when And it feels like the end And all of my friends, said That I should get my mind off of the wrong things I should probably tear off all my heart strings You can't pull them no more Final: