February was a train wreck But everybody had a rain check Sour cherry stuck in my neck I just wanna to stay in my bed But 15 02 20 had to come Had to come I'm almost turning 18 And I still get jealous over shit like this I don't wanna dance on the ballroom floor Cus I'm not that sure what you're asking for I know that you're wanted me to feel something, but you've got nothing to offer Maybe if you wanted it to mean something You could've asked me how I'm doing But my feelings get the best of me And that evening really fucked with me I'll sleep until my feet stop shaking