Guilt Trip

Drugs in D.C Unreachable and faded Guilt trip me at 23 It’s fun to be sedated I can read your face pretty clearly Saying to yourself that you hate me Did I disappoint you Did you think I meant to Tommy cut his finger His blood was all over the bus Everyone was laughing Instead of wrapping it up I really thought it was funny, the next day too I really thought it was funny, until I told you I know being young will get old soon But I would give it up 'cause I love you Did I disappoint you You know I don't mean to