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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen L'Italien
Songwriter
Mark L'Italien
Songwriter
Travis Ambrosius
Songwriter
Lyrics
Last week was my birthday
Twenty-three on Thursday
At least my dentist sent a card
I'm probably over thinking
Had too much to drink and
Sometimes I wish I could just restart
Work's fucked, life sucks, and I'm drunk
Laying here on the floor alone
And even my friends won't pick up the phone
Cause I'm nobody's first choice
I could be sitting in a Rolls-Royce
And still no one would fucking care to call
I could have a couple Grammys
A penthouse in Miami
With nobody to talk to but the walls
Cause I'm nobody's first choice
I forgot what it's like to
Have someone who likes you
Enough to call just to say hello
Ten weeks of therapy with
No sense of clarity
Maybe it's time to move on
Maybe it's time to let go
Cause work's fucked, life sucks, and I'm drunk
Laying here on the floor alone
And even my friends won't pick up the phone
Cause I'm nobody's first choice
I could be sitting in a Rolls-Royce
And still no one would fucking care to call
I could have a couple Grammys
A penthouse in Miami
With nobody to talk to but the walls
Cause I'm nobody's first choice
Writer(s): Mark Litalien
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