We're Not Having Any Fun

Winnetka Bowling League

Compositor: Matthew Koma

It was at a halal cart on Spencer street
There was an Anderson. Paak song playing
And you looked at me like I was your way out
For two minutes, thirty-seven seconds
I felt like I was on a memory foam mattress
In a spaceship above us looking down

So maybe it was Anderson or maybe it was us
Maybe it was being 22 or maybe all the drugs
But I fucking loved you

Cheering from the football stands
I'll be your biggest fan
Not blaming anyone, but we're not having any fun
I loved you till it made me sick
With every hair we split
You're still my number one, but wе're not having any fun

So better us
Cut it clеar and clean
Before someone gets a little too bitter
It would suck
To be six years deep
And avoiding your brown eyes over dinner

So maybe it was wonderful or maybe it was young
Maybe I became insufferable or maybe always was
But I fucking loved you

Cheering from the football stands
I'll be your biggest fan (your biggest fan)
Not blaming anyone, but we're not having any fun
I loved you till it made me sick
With every hair we split (split)
You're still my number one, but we're not having any fun

Cheering from the football stands
I'll be your biggest fan
Not blaming anyone, but we're not having any fun
I loved you till it made me sick
With every hair we split (split)
You're still my number one, but we're not having any fun

It was at a halal cart on Spencer street
There was an Anderson. Paak song playing
And you looked at me like I was your way out