Lyrics
All my friends fucked up on a school night
All my friends messed up on a school night
Yes, I wanna die, but I'm alright
Expressing a desire for death but claiming to be okay
Money and the drugs, always on my mind
Money and drugs are constant thoughts
Money and the drugs, take over my life
Money and drugs have taken control of life
I don’t really care if you like me
Indifference to others' opinions about oneself
Messed up hair and my black jeans
Describing a disheveled appearance with messy hair and black jeans
I wish I was pretty like you seem to be
Expressing a desire to be pretty like someone else
So that when I die, you will remember me
Wishing to be remembered in death
I don't think that's ever gonna happen
Doubting a positive change will ever happen
You’re popular, never losing-addict
Describing someone as popular and addicted to winning
You have so many friends and pretty lashes
Highlighting someone with many friends and attractive features
All my friends are different colored Xanax
Contrasting friends with various colored Xanax (prescription drug)
All my friends fucked up on a school night
Reiteration of friends being messed up on a school night
Yes, I wanna die, but I'm alright
Repeating the desire for death while claiming resilience
Money and the drugs, always on my mind
Continued preoccupation with money and drugs
Money and the drugs, take over my life
Reiterating that money and drugs dominate life
I don’t really care if you like me
Indifference to others' opinions reiterated
Messed up hair and my black jeans
Reiterating a disheveled appearance with messy hair and black jeans
I wish I was pretty like you seem to be
Reiterating a desire to be pretty like someone else
So that when I die, you will remember me
Reiterating a wish to be remembered in death
I been all alone, smellin' snow in December at a desert and I wonder why my soul so cold
Reflecting on solitude, coldness, and questioning one's soul
Everybody looks at my nails and they're painted pretty colors, everybody probably thinks I'm homo
Others judge based on painted nails, possibly implying stereotypes
But I don't give a fuck, I ain't really phased
Indifference to judgments, not affected by societal norms
Everyone gon’ die, one day anyways
A fatalistic perspective on mortality
Inhale smoke of the better days
Seeking solace in the smoke, possibly referring to substance use
I don’t like to do drugs until Saturday
Limiting drug use to Saturdays
All my friends fucked up on a school night
Repeating the theme of friends being messed up on a school night
Yes, I wanna die, but I'm alright
Reiterating the desire for death with a claim of resilience
Money and the drugs, always on my mind
Continued preoccupation with money and drugs
Money and the drugs, take over my life
Reiterating that money and drugs dominate life
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