Testo di Pop Song

Pick up the phone It's no one you know They dialed the wrong number they said But you won't let 'em go again You caught me at a real bad time I'll text all my friends From my silhouette I'm probably stoned and all alone Just chillin' on my royal throne I'm sorry if I don't text back I texted every single number I had And I know you can surf this too Melt on the couch Drip to the ground I know I swore I'd start to move But that requires something to do And I can think of nothing now But me sitting on this here couch My phone's gonna die I shouldn't reply The charger's way across the room I don't think it'll reach you dude You caught me at a real bad time And I know you can surf this too Is it that hard to handle, it getting dark at 5 o'clock? There's something about these covers they do more than enough These Christmas lights that line my room they make me feel so special And if it weren't for them, all green and red, this wouldn't be so gentle