Friends Of P. Matty Lyrics

I've got my old bike

Locked up out back

I'd take it out if I could find the key

Sometimes it feels like

If I could just kick back

I'd let you know it doesn't matter to me

Here we go again

I'm calling up you're answering

I'm filling up my brain it's piling up with stuff

But none I can retain

I'm sure enough

Made a to-do list

To try to keep on track

Wrote it too quick and now it's hard to read

Let too much time pass

Too late to get it back

Maybe tomorrow I don't know we'll see

Here we go again

I'm calling up you're answering

I'm filling up my brain it's piling up with stuff

But none I can retain

I'm sure enough