Is it my imagination?
Is it the weed I’ve been taking?
All the relationships that I’m faking
“Everything is straight”
“Everything is f*cking straight”
Eatin harry out every weekend
while staring at the cracks in the ceiling
Hollywood sucks, please believe me
Such a sh*tty time
please believe it this time
Tuesday night
c*m glazed
over eyes, just one more hit or five
Should it even matter anyway?
We’re f*cking on tables
'Til my di*k is sore
From all of these blowjobs
And it couldn’t get better i say
We’re sleeping till morning
And then they call in
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits me when the phone shuts off
sh*t, I have to go stunting
Just another quick minute with her-er
I’m asking myself, is it over?
Well maybe I was lying when I told you
“Everything is straight”
Everything is f*cking straight”
Cause all of my thoughts and my feelings, thrown away cause supposedly “I don’t need them”
I’ve been checking my phone all evening
Such a good time
I believe it this time
Tuesday nights
should be
c*m glazed over eyes
It’s not like Eleanor even matters anyway
We’re throwing tables
at each other
With all of my people
and I need to come down they say
We’re screaming til last call
And it’s all fun and games
Should be hurting, but there’s something wrong
And it hit me when the lights went on
sh*t, maybe I don’t care
Now I’m asking my friends how I should come outta the closet
They say “Lad, the whole world knows, so there’s no need to worry”
But we can’t even be on the phone now
And I can’t even be with harry alone now
Oh how, sh*t changes
We were publicly in love
Now, I have to act straight
When I feel they’re gonna ask about my kid
I simply change the topic, and never even answer
cause it doesn’t matter anyway
Me and Harry are f*cking on tables
'Til his ass is sore
From all of the pounding
And it couldn’t get better i say
We’re sleeping till morning
Until they call in
Should be miserable, but there’s something good
And it hits me when my phone goes on
Finally, im outta the closet.....