The Fridays- Bedridden Chic Lyrics
Rooftops.
Bombs and roses.
Time stops.
For worthless posers.
I know.
Friends forever.
No one.
Should hold your password.
Falling sick,
has never been,
so much in style.
Young and hip,
her IV drip,
accessorize.
You’re so worth it.
You’re so…
Gas cards.
Snacks and water.
Retards.
Fixed gear humour.
I’ll try.
To wait forever.
No one.
Should press that buzzer.