Low

Light a cigarette let’s talk

Let’s tear down the city block

Call in sick then call our moms

Cuz I’m a mess when you’re not here

I’m my best this time of year

Rest your head up on me now

When you’re low, and you’re low

Let’s talk like we used to talk

What’s it like up at the top

Yea we still suck at our jobs

I’m a mess when I’m alone

I’m my best when we get stoned

Rest your head up slow it down

When you’re low, and you’re low

When you’re low, and low

Yes I guess I thought I saw you crying

Yesterday I kind of felt like dying

I guess this is what I get for trying

I guess I’m a mess that’s just who I am