Sleeping With My Cellphone

Well: Goodmorning, I love you - was all that you said to me
Notes on my phone make me see things in clever words
That I'll mumble out in stupid old memories
Of living middle school drama in high school I could see
If I had creativity, I'd be a bit more noticed
Like a lock on my door I will sleep alone and not attached to the other side
I can always tell when you lie
It's not that hard

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past
Or sleeping with my cellphone

And we seem to think the summer will last until next year
Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore

Along came the expressions I've been meaning to admit
Disguised in Metaphors and Similes a failure to submit to a straight line
You're losing all your time, just like your girlfriend
And I'm sorry for not writing things I'd promised you I'd would
But you'll just have to understand I'm just too poor to afford the things I need
Like stupid guitar strings

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past
Or sleeping with my cellphone

And we seem to think the summer will last until next year
Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past
Or sleeping with my cellphone