Sleep till 12:00 pm
I hit the snooze on my alarm, let's do it again
Roll out of bed around 1:30, check who I am
'Cause honestly, I don't remember

My sanity got stuck in December
And my boyfriend doesn't exists
I'm in my hoodie and some sweatpants watching Netflix
Call it romantic with a little bit of a twist
Not gonna lie, don't wanna go ask for the time
I'd like a box of breadsticks, eh

It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
Da-da-da-da

Scrolling through my phone all day
Looking at all these perfect people
You're gorgeous, stop
Oh, my God, bae

And I wonder what would they say if I did nothing to impress them
Would they still be obsessed then?
And my schedule fell through the cracks
Sometimes I get my shit together, but others, I take three or four naps
There's no system, maybe I should get a cool tat
Having dumb conversations with the evil house cat

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright

I don't think that you would think that I could really be a pop star
But when I'm in my room, I'm really feeling like a rock star
Everybody does it, Sara-Sue still said she wasn't
Probably busy looking pretty for her special long-lost cousin

What you gonna go when you're 'round like 82
And you're not looking at the past like: Damn, this life goes really fast
And all that you can remember's you were trying to be better
All these temporary pleasures, no real memories to treasure

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright

Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
Da-da-da-da