mother, i'm sorry
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
My nightmares and realities keep kissing by the chasm of death
My best friends don't ever listen, when they do they forget
I'm having premonitions and visions of blood in my head
And I don't want to go to prison, so I stay in my bed
I don't want to do anything that I'm gonna regret
Light up a cigarette
Really owe my body a debt
Sometimes I think of things, things that shouldn't ever be said
Got me thinking that I'd probably be better off
Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
I'm not sure if I'm living just to die or if I'm dying to live
I don't even wanna cry, I'd rather ruin my wrists
Who decided there's a line between a punch and a kiss?
Who decided there's a difference from the pain to the bliss?
We've been living in immoralism, anyhow, anyway
Counting up the days until I snap, six, seven, eight
Steady running out of any reason I could celebrate
I just wanna leave my body bleeding on the motorway
I'm in the fast lane with the sun on my back
All I want is a high speed collision impact
Since two thousand and nineteen, I'm sick and I'm sad
How could anybody ever wanna love me like that
I don't wanna do anything that I'm gonna regret
Light up a cigarette
Really owe my body a debt
Sometimes I think of things, things that shouldn't ever be said
Got me thinking that I'd probably be better off
Like, oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
My nightmares and realities keep kissing by the chasm of death
My best friends don't ever listen, when they do they forget
I'm having premonitions and visions of blood in my head
And I don't want to go to prison, so I stay in my bed
I don't want to do anything that I'm gonna regret
Light up a cigarette
Really owe my body a debt
Sometimes I think of things, things that shouldn't ever be said
Got me thinking that I'd probably be better off
Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
I'm not sure if I'm living just to die or if I'm dying to live
I don't even wanna cry, I'd rather ruin my wrists
Who decided there's a line between a punch and a kiss?
Who decided there's a difference from the pain to the bliss?
We've been living in immoralism, anyhow, anyway
Counting up the days until I snap, six, seven, eight
Steady running out of any reason I could celebrate
I just wanna leave my body bleeding on the motorway
I'm in the fast lane with the sun on my back
All I want is a high speed collision impact
Since two thousand and nineteen, I'm sick and I'm sad
How could anybody ever wanna love me like that
I don't wanna do anything that I'm gonna regret
Light up a cigarette
Really owe my body a debt
Sometimes I think of things, things that shouldn't ever be said
Got me thinking that I'd probably be better off
Like, oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
But I really wanna hurt somebody
Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Schaeffer, Seth Nyquist, Kamal Prescod, Jacob James Kosich, Johnny Steven Kosich Jr.
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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