Punching Pillows

[Verse 1]
Writing a song about fucking around
'Cause I don’t miss you, I just miss the good times
We used to hang around, I'd chase you all over town
But I don't miss you, I just miss the good times

[Chorus]
’Cause now I spend my whole paycheck on bullshit
With all of my bills and my comfort is culprit
And now I spend my whole night punching pillows
With not enough sleep and I'm wasting my brain cells
Missing all my former fake friends over all the real good times

[Verse 2]
And now I can't stay sober so my friends keep staying over
Just to make sure when I sleep that I wake up in the morning
And you waste your potential shacking up in the residential part of town
We'd race around when we had our parents' insurance

[Chorus]
But now you spend your whole paycheck on bullshit
With all of the mouths that you feed as the culprit
And now I spend my whole night punching pillows
With not enough sleep and I'm wasting my brain cells
Missing all my former fake friends over all the real good times