My god, last night, somebody filmed a story
I've got black eyes, i wish i went down in glory
Woke up undressed, passed out on the table
Hungover and upset, i hope it's the first of april
Texting my ex 'cause my moral compass
Is pointing my life to the south
She left me on read and i'm so disgusted
That i'm throwing up in my mouth
They ask me where my shame is
It's meeting me at rock bottom
I'll start digging my grave when
My neighbor starts playing possum
My god, last night, somebody filmed a story
I've got black eyes, i wish i went down in glory
Woke up undressed, passed out on the table
Hungover and upset, i hope it's the first of april
Said i love you too on april fools, i'm fu*ked up
I love drugs, that's why i cannot love us
Last night we done fu*ked up 'cause we fu*ked drunk
Wasted all my time, we're still beyond love
I hate the sh*t that i go do when i'm alone with you
You are the reason that i never go outside or leave my room
Until we're stuck inside this hate like {?} drunken thoughts and moods
I traded all of my relationships to panoramic views
My god, last night, somebody filmed a story
I've got black eyes, i wish i went down in glory
Woke up undressed, passed out on the table
Hungover and upset, i hope it's the first of april
My god, last night, somebody filmed a story
I've got black eyes, i wish i went down in glory
Woke up undressed, passed out on the table
Hungover and upset, i hope it's the first of april
You should probably text me back though