It's honestly disgusting
I blame all of my shortcomings
On people that I'm in love with
It hurts.
I'm doing things I probably shouldn't
But f*ck it, I guess who wouldn't.
Put a shotgun in my mouth,
Somehow it shot me in the foot and
Thought that I could guess that I couldn't
It hurts.
By now I've regained my composure
It gets worse as you get older
At least that's what someone told me.
Who am I to disagree
I'm living proof and it hurts
It hurts.
I was drunk in Copenhagen, everything good comes in phases.
Then it's every noise is grating.
Everyone wants you sedated but they're too pussy to say it, it hurts.
My family thinks I'm pushing through it, but I'm not.
I'm just not man enough to do it.
Terrified it won't improve and who am I but living proof that it hurts
It hurts
It hurts
And f*ck me wish that it.
And f*ck me wish that it.
And f*ck me wish that it.
And f*ck me wish that it didn't, but it does, it does, it does, it does.