Sleeping With My Cellphone (Demo)

Well, good morning, I love you
Was all that you said to me
Notes on my phone make me see things in clever words
That I’ll mumble out in faded old memories
Of living middle school drama in high school I can see
If I had creativity, I’d be a bit more noticed
Like a lock on my door I will sleep alone and not attach to the other sid
Can always tell when you lie
It’s not that hard

Seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past
Or sleeping with my cellphone

And we seem to think the summer will last until next year
Well it won’t
We’ll go to college, not acknowledge all our friends anymore

Along came the expressions I’ve been meaning to admit
Disguised in metaphors and similes
A failure to submit to a straight line
You’re losing all your time, just like your girlfriend
I’m sorry for not writing things I’d promised you I’d would
But you have to understand I’m just too poor to afford the things I need
Like stupid guitar strings

Sucker for gel bodies
Seems that crying is your new hobby

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past
Or sleeping by my cellphone

We all seem to think the summer will last until next year
Well it won’t
We’ll go to college, not acknowledge all our friends anymore

Growing up sucks more than I thought
Learning to drive in parking lots