Beautiful Sorta

All I wanna do is get up, is get up, is get up
In the morning in the morning
And not wanna die
I feel alright when I think about you
Walking through a star field covered in lights
Wasted like youre losing your job youre so fired
Were just like the ones we used to make fun of
Its beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta
Beautiful sorta, but not
Beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta
Beautiful sorta, but not
All I wanna do is get down, is get down, is get down
In the evening, in the evening
And not wanna die
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Im buzzing like a jar full of lightening bugs
Walking through a star field covered in lights
Wasted like a bum with somebodys wallet
Pictures inside of you and me, you and I
So far past sad Im crazy and scary
Its Beautiful Sorta, Beautiful Sorta
Beautiful Sorta, but not