(Okay)

It's too cold, I've got all my layers on
And I'm in the mood or write a stupid love song
Oh, oh-oh

It's too cold so I'm just laying in my bed
Flirting with the strangers on the internet
It's sad, I know

College app half-filled out in front of me
Setting sights on the same university
I grew up around

So all the cool queers rush to the coast
Or any state where weed is legal
I guess I'm staying right where
You can drive 5 minutes and see a wheat field