What a surprise It's Friday night And I'm alone on my couch watching my phone die It's not alright I need a life Right now I'm sober and so bored that I could die I want a boyfriend with a cool name To kiss or break up with, it's all the same I just gotta get away 'til my head's clear I can't create, I'm not inspired here Where'd I go wrong Can't write a song And I've been locked up in my room for way too long And it's my fault Cause I choose not To go and hang out with my friends when they have fun I need a tragedy or cruel fate I'll take a good book too, it's all the same I just gotta get away 'til my head's clear I can't create, I fucking hate it here Got a feeling it's about to change And if it doesn't, I don't think I'll handle it I'll go insane