Thrashville 2 / 3

Sorry in advance, I'm sorta bad at this
I've been distracted since you showed up here
My room's been such a mess, but I don't care unless
You tell me to, I guess, but we're both too stoned

Season's greetings from a cold, dark bedroom
I'll stay put for just as long as you do
It's 'bout that time a week we're smoking butane
If we try hard enough, we might get halfway high

Sorry in advance, I'm sorta bad at this
I've been distracted since you showed up here
My room's been such a mess, but I don't care unless
You tell me to, I guess, but we're both too stoned

Your sleep eating's drying out my snack fund
But this deep breathing tells me I don't need one
Woke you sneaking back to bed
You caught me crashing into you just like a tsunami

And just like the tides
I'm persuaded by the moon
And just like the moon
It would take thousands of me to shine bright as you do

Sorry in advance, I'm sorta bad at this
I've been distracted since you showed up here
My room's a fucking shithole (Room's a fucking shithole)
I don't care for now, though
It's better than being alone

(Oh my God, I love that)