Fridays With Her Miss Dreams Lyrics

I want her so bad it hurts
dripping sweat from the after burn
i could call her miss dreams from across the counter
talk about things that i really don't want to

with this heated discussion
will it bring repercussions
the way she moves that cigarette
between her tongue its dumb
to think that love was enough
was it enough was it really enough?

In those basement parties so cliche
4 am waking up to a heart ache
blonde hair messy styled with paint
tell me was it ever worth the wait

cops and girlfriends pull drivebys
cheats and thugs try to hide but the real lies
lys on her back and takes of her clothes
miss dreams and i fell asleep alone

sometimes forget who you are
where you been and how you got into this mess your so obsessed with being the person
who you use to dread

and in this old white house
you been wandering around searching for your purpose
trying to be perfect you want to make it worth it
but every second you just feel more worthless

In those basement parties so cliche
4 am waking up to a heart ache
blonde hair messy styled with paint
tell me was it ever worth the wait

and im tired of all these games
miss dreams do you mind taking my heart away
cause i rather not breathe without you and me
being together in my sick fantasy
cause these basement parties so cliche

4 am waking up to a heart ache
blonde hair messy styled with paint
tell me was it ever worth the wait