Why does every Friday night always end the same Why do I go back again, watch their walk of shame Why does every morning have to start with a headache Why do I smile when I hate it? Cause, I like my couch a lot Better than I like you in the parking lot Better than your hands all on me, couch a lot I don't wanna go out at all I like my couch a lot Why does every Sunday night always feel the same Regretting all the parties that I missed, god I hate it Scrolling through the photos, the FOMO is real, but I, I, I I like my couch a lot Better than I like you in the parking lot Better than your hands all on me, couch a lot I don't wanna go out at all I like my couch a lot We're making grand plans all over texts But we'd rather stay in, lay in our beds Scrolling through the photos, the FOMO is real, but I, I, I I like my couch a lot Better than I like you in the parking lot Better than your hands all on me, couch a lot I don't wanna go out at all I like my couch a lot Better than I like you in the parking lot Better than your hands all on me, couch a lot I don't wanna go out at all I like my couch a lot