I've had two weeks of bad dreams
Now I'm living on caffeine
And there's a place that I can go
Where there's a pretty little thing

Feel like I'm stuck behind the scenes
Or smoking too much shitty weed
I gotta get up out this hole
Or embrace a QB sneak

Can't see my face on magazines
Not even in my dreams
Hope there's a place that I can go
When they say it's time to leave

And when the words sound good but taste so bad
Now they're spilling out the mouth of an undergrad
They've got an attitude like a burning sun
You're so close, you're so close
And now you are one