This for all you lovers
And your kids
You might not like it
And might call me a bitch
Dms for all you sinners
Saved by saints
God bless the madness
Of the 50 states
This for all you dreamers
Who dream in bed
Where are you going when you lay your head?
All you mothers can’t believe your eyes
Pull up the covers and make it
A night on the floor
With you all night
Spend a night on the floor
On the other side
This for all you people
Who want what's mine
I'm on my knees
Just tell me where I sign
All you teachers
Under your desks
I can't believe they haven't
Cleaned up that mess
Oh no
Let's spend the night on the floor
With you all night
Let's spend the night on the floor
With the other side
Yeah, I'm just tryna let go
And not pick up the phone
But it keeps letting me know
I'm not here on my own
My own
My own
My own
