You Ate My Enchilada! Songtext
von Carly Cosgrove
You Ate My Enchilada! Songtext
Passing out at 3 AM is getting old and I′m getting older
Sunday Morning feels like
I drink too much, I think too much, I'm gonna need a pick me up
The Solo Cup: I really think it wakes me up
I′m bitter, not better
Gotta get my shit together
I'm fed up I wish I never
Dropped ten grand on every semester
This loan is a nightmare, my parents are worried and Sallie Mae don't care
This is not what I wanted, I wanted more
Cut off my friends with a SZA, Drew Barrymore
I′m losing my temper over shit that I can′t remember
Somebody should have stopped me
Tear up my letter
They said it would get better and better
But It's all the same
Just change the name on the sweater
Wonder what I wanted in the first place
Come to think I can′t connect the dots
Take the train and brace myself for thursday
Hoping I can beat the odds
I thought maybe it would get better
I thought maybe you'd visit September
Somebody should have stopped me
Tear up my letter
They said it would get better and better
But It′s all the same
Just change the name on the sweater
It's all the same, it′s all the same, it's all the same, it's all the same
It′s all the same, it′s all the same
Just change the name on the sweater
Fuck
Sunday Morning feels like
I drink too much, I think too much, I'm gonna need a pick me up
The Solo Cup: I really think it wakes me up
I′m bitter, not better
Gotta get my shit together
I'm fed up I wish I never
Dropped ten grand on every semester
This loan is a nightmare, my parents are worried and Sallie Mae don't care
This is not what I wanted, I wanted more
Cut off my friends with a SZA, Drew Barrymore
I′m losing my temper over shit that I can′t remember
Somebody should have stopped me
Tear up my letter
They said it would get better and better
But It's all the same
Just change the name on the sweater
Wonder what I wanted in the first place
Come to think I can′t connect the dots
Take the train and brace myself for thursday
Hoping I can beat the odds
I thought maybe it would get better
I thought maybe you'd visit September
Somebody should have stopped me
Tear up my letter
They said it would get better and better
But It′s all the same
Just change the name on the sweater
It's all the same, it′s all the same, it's all the same, it's all the same
It′s all the same, it′s all the same
Just change the name on the sweater
Fuck
Writer(s): Lucas Arthur Naylor, Tyler Kramer, Helen Julia Barsz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com