Pop Song

Pick up the phone It's noone you know They dialed the wrong number, they said But you won't let them go again You caught me at a real bad time You caught me at a real bad time Text all my friends From my silhouette I'm probably stoned And all alone Just chilling 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 else Than 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 here dude You caught me at a real bad time 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 And 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