The Chronicles Of A Pretty Walking Dead

Well, how did I ended up this way?
I was eighteen yesterday, Now I'm a twenty three years old mess
And how is this gonna end?
Or more importantly, when?

And these days I haven't seen you around
you lie when you say you've been busy, but I can't blame you tho
I know I'm draining you

But oh, my tomorrow's getting late
I don't want to miss the train, no oh
And I feel like Dante in his hell
For tonight I'd like to be somebody else
Someone else, would you join me just this one time?

Well, I'm in constant disappointment on myself, It's kinda funny, I know
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah
And I could write a book about it and call it
"The Chronicles Of A Pretty Walking Dead"
'Cause I'm a pretty walking dead

And these I feel like I might fly away
I'm coward tho, I could never fly away

But I wish

Oh, my tomorrow's getting late
I don't want to miss the train, no-oh
And I feel like Dante in his hell
For tonight I'd like to be somebody else
Someone else, would you join me just this one time?
Would you join me just this one time?
Would you join me just this one time?