Keeping Composure

It's hard to keep composure when your best friends are getting high in the next room

It's hard to keep composure when your best friends are getting high in your bedroom

I'm sick of all these cigarettes, oh how they make me choke

I'm sick of all the alcohol, oh how it burns my throat

I'm sick of all of these fake friends and laughing at their jokes

I'd rather be alone with you, I'd rather be alone

It's hard to keep composure when your best friends are getting high in the next room

It's hard to keep composure when your best friends are getting high in your bedroom

I'm sick of finding creative ways to try and make it through each day