Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abby Cates
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abby Cates
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cleve Wilson
Producer
Lyrics
It's getting late, my hair is frizzy in the heat
Strawberry wine is sticky on my car seats
I'm all alone, I drove three of my girlfriend's home, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
The stars are out but they're covered by the neighborhood
The night is over before it could really get good
I like Ohio but she's putting my soul to sleep
I just need some better friends
Somebody who will listen
Better friends, I need a fucking better friend list
Better characters, my boredom's getting harder to ignore, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Better friends who won't say they're in the friend zone
Better friends that won't remind me I'm a bit alone
Better characters that maybe won't let me down
'Cause, oh, I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
I'm tired of this lukewarm type of attitude
Okay with everything but never really in the mood
What should we do? You always answer
"Let's go drive all night"
That'd be okay if it was decent conversation
Not all about what your latest shitty boyfriend did
Honestly, I want to turn this car around
I just need some better friends
Somebody who will listen
Better friends, I need a fucking better friends list
Better characters, my boredom's getting harder to ignore, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Better friends who won't say they're in the friend zone
Better friends that won't remind me I'm a bit alone
Better characters that maybe won't let me down
'Cause, oh, I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
Better friends, somebody who will listen
Better friends, I need a fucking better friends list
Better characters, my boredom's getting harder to ignore, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Better friends who won't say they're in the friend zone
Better friends that won't remind me I'm a bit alone
Better characters that maybe won't let me down
'Cause, oh, I'm down
I'm down
I'm down
Written by: Abby Cates