I'm Losing Track of Time

I never said you were a bad person I just said it's not you And you know it's not you Oh, and this party is you Who are all these people These are my friends Name one of them Tes... -ley You're just looking at the Tesla I don't know why it's so hard for you to believe that I can be happy I'm not like you, okay I don't fetishize my own sadness I don't fetishize my own sadness Sure You don't know- ow- ow- ow- anything about me And I'm wrapped in a blanket Cause it's 2 AM on a Saturday (She is very gorgeous to me!) And I'm trying to be anyone else Anyone who isn't me (I think I'm really dying) I'm speaking in fragmented sentences (Yeah, I heard that) (No, I'm really dying) And putting words together that don't make sense (Are you fighting the urge to make out with me right now?) Cause Phoebe Bridgers does it (Not really, I'm really into this pizza though) But I'm not her You can never get to class on time anymore The halls are too long for that I have 12 tardies on my record And I missed prom And I wrote this song instead And I wish that it didn't turn out this way But sometimes the hall just doesn't go where you want it to go Is it the chorus yet? No, it's a building of the verse I- I- I- I I don't know what you're thinking about (I'm losing track of time) But I'm thinking 'bout it anyway (I'm losing track of time) I don't know what I'm thinking about (I'm losing track of time) I'm losing track of time Yeah I don't, I don't, I don't (I'm losing track of time) Yeah I'm losing track of time I don't know what I'm thinking about (I'm losing track of time) Time You know what's gonna happen You're gonna win that Oscar And then you're gonna go up on that stage and give your little speech And then you're gonna go home And you're gonna be so miserable you're gonna want to kill yourself And you're gonna have nobody left to stop you Your online friends are not your friends You don't have to bother going to them and making Things okay unless you want something from them (Oh, ay ay) Bitches wanna be like waah waah I'm boujee and I'm (Ha ha ha) Can someone please buy me a fuckin Chicken sandwich (Or some Five Guys) Not from Chick-Fil-A though It doesn't even taste good there and they're mean to gay people I hate you still It's 1:30 in the morning already I'm losing track of time