Fomo

It gets dark early here
Flowers bloom on the other side of the sphere
I’ve got a fear of missing out
And I have it so severe
I am not myself
And I have not been all year

My bank account is not healthy
And neither is my sex life
I’ve never felt so lonely
With a person I’ve laid day by day beside

It is cold, even in the springtime
I wash our clothes, hang them out to dry
On the inside of our room
That we picked out for two

My bank account is not healthy
And neither is my sex life
I’ve never felt so lonely
With a person I’ve laid day by day beside