Sorry in advance, I'm sorta bad at this I've been distracted since you showed up here My room's been such a mess, but I don't care unless You tell me to, I guess, but we're both too stoned Season's greetings from a cold, dark bedroom I'll stay put for just as long as you do It's 'bout that time a week we're smoking butane If we try hard enough, we might get halfway high Sorry in advance, I'm sorta bad at this I've been distracted since you showed up here My room's been such a mess, but I don't care unless You tell me to, I guess, but we're both too stoned Your sleep eating's drying out my snack fund But this deep breathing tells me I don't need one Woke you sneaking back to bed You caught me crashing into you just like a tsunami And just like the tides I'm persuaded by the moon And just like the moon It would take thousands of me to shine bright as you do Sorry in advance, I'm sorta bad at this I've been distracted since you showed up here My room's a fucking shithole (Room's a fucking shithole) I don't care for now, though It's better than being alone (Oh my God, I love that)