sundays r hella depressing

I miss her, I miss her
Wanna motherfucking kiss her
Got a suitcase packed to runaway
I’m gonna pick her—
Up at 3 AM in the morning
and sweep her away
Before it even gets to dawning
on her parents that she’s left the house
And we’ll be on our own
Living our lives like a dirty fucking street mouse
But it wouldn’t matter ‘cause the whole time Imma have her
in my arms

Right