Theres nothing i’d rather do than tell her how i really feel right now. We’re back. Im drunk, and all i want to do is tell her how i really feel. But alas…i know she won’t agree and it’ll ruin everything.
Fuck reality and its cruel punishments.
You stole my life. You’ve taken everything and left me here to die. You wonder why…I wish you’d suffocate, and kiss your ass goodnight.
Its the same old trucking story, the same old fucking lies. The same old fucking ending with the fucking same goodbye.
I can’t believe, now that I don’t belong. I don’t care. You’re a scar burned into my skin. Can’t hold on. Can’t move on, you’re the weight beneath my sin.
When you’re playing outside when you’re not supposed to be and your momma pull up.