Abort It! from Sandwich! by sneaky sugars

They say that when you know you know
And boy were they right
I got a kick of adrenaline
Like I was an underdog in a dogfight

I’ve gotta get out of here
The only thing we have to fear is time
We have so much of it, but also none
And I’ve spent two years
In your atmosphere
But now I’m heading to the sun

I hate your gray wood floors
And shiplap walls
And metal doors
I hate the way that you assume that I would change my name if we got married
I hate that your parents think that I have no maternal instinct

So fuck it
I don’t care about your feelings anymore
You can cry about it somewhere besides my kitchen floor
I see a million brilliant flowers budding from the stem
And you’re not in any of them

You said my finances are fucked, I said I’ll be fine
You can keep the treadmill and the French press, I really don’t mind

You’re not a bad guy,
I don’t know why I’m breaking out in hives
When I think about joint bank accounts
I’ll admit I cried when you asked if you could swing by and grab your two in one shampoo

But I hate your grey wood floors
And shiplap walls
And metal doors
And I hate the Show Me State
I’m getting out as soon as there’s no more blood
I got swept underwater in the flood, but now I know which way’s up

I don’t care about your feelings anymore
You can cry about it somewhere besides my kitchen floor
I see a million sunrises coming over my horizon
And you’re not in a single one

I love my one bedroom apartment
I love bus stops
I love seven dollar iced lattes at coffee shops
I love Texas
I love my friends
I love romance
I love sex
And someday soon, all my dreams are coming true

And you can’t catch me
You can’t catch me
You can’t catch me
You can’t catch me
You can’t catch me
You can’t catch me
You can’t catch me

• Alternative
• bedroom
• lofi
• shitty punk
• Austin