February 15th (Explicit)

Hobo Johnson - February 15th

The butterflies in my stomach have died

Now there's lowly caterpillars that are waiting for the night to strike

And they've been dying to escape

The pit of my stomach's a really dark f**king place

You know my new friends are starting to know

Why my old ones don't talk to me anymore

My ex knows why my last one's my last one

Hey guess why

It's all my stupid f**king actions

I'm

I'm gonna be alone forever

I'm gonna be alone forever

But I'm getting used to the thought

Except late at night you know maybe I'm not

I'm gonna be alone forever

I'll surely be alone forever

But I'm getting used to the thought

Except late at night you know

She went to columbia when I was sent into jail

I just wanted another apple when all she wanted was yale

And that is the problem where all of this lies

I'm emotionally unstable I'm just a crazy f**king guy

Who's

Who'll surely feel alone forever

I'm gonna be alone forever

But I'm getting used to the thought

And in a couple years I'm gonna pay to make it stop

I'm gonna be alone forever

I'm gonna be alone forever

But I'm getting used to the thought

And in a couple years I will pay to make it stop