I said I love you
And she said I'm sorry
But I still wanna f*ck you
When we leave this party
And I don't know the meaning
Of talkin too much
And I can't explain this feeling
Cuz I'm way too f*cked up
And I don't even drink
But no one really wants to think
Of how their soul is just 9 numbers
And how they're just a casualty
And HIV and xanax
OCD and dramamine
I got glass under my nails
The mirror's a dick, the camera's sweet
And everybody loves you
And everybody's sorry
But you still walk home alone
When you get kicked out of this party
And everybody's fiendin
6am and no one cares
And I swear to f*ck I'm dreaming
But I wish that you were there
And now I'm all alone
But maybe no one has a home
And that's why God made interstates
And razor blades and coke
And I don't know the answer
But I know that you don't have it
The devil's in my walls
But there's an angel on the mattress
And I say I love you
And she says I'm sorry
Cuz no one's gonna love you
When all you want's a 40
And I'm glad I'm not that kid no more
But I'm not finished yet
And I'm not good at eating
But I'm breathing more than I smoke cigarettes