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