American Eagle

12am I just poured some coffee

Smoked a preroll

Im just tryna get you off of me tho

Maybe I should fuck

But I'm on the kitchen floor curled up in fetal

Core memories, end up as B roll

Haven't got my heart broke

Since I wore American eagle

And it's nice (aint it, ya ya)

To feel alive (aint it, ya ya)

At Least I got a mind

To lose

Maybe I

I'll try next year

I just take it to the chin

Ya maybe I can trust next year

I'll be living so good then

Bitch I'll be getting paid

Won't be wishing my time away

Dont think it'll ever be the same

And you can be my only mistake

And it's nice (aint it, ya ya)

To feel alive (aint it, ya ya)

At Least I got a mind

To lose

Maybe I

I'll try next year