Guts

You ask me if I wanna get a tattoo
Dude I fuckin' barely even know you
Probably never ever gonna call you
But you make me wanna die, yeah
Your outfit is a crime and I need an exit line

You make me sick
You make me sick, I'm sick of it

Spill your guts on the floor
Just did it 'cause I was bored
You think it's cute, but it's war
This is war
Spill your guts on the floor
You forfeit, I'm keepin' score
I'll wear you straight down to your core
This is war

See you at a dive bar on the weekends
Six-hundred-dollar jeans you're a freak and
I don't really like you and your fake friends
They don't bother sayin' hi
And we don't see eye to eye, but honestly it's fine

You make me sick
You make me sick, I'm sick of it

Spill your guts on the floor
Just did it 'cause I was bored
You think it's cute, but it's war, this is war
Spill your guts on the floor
You forfeit, I'm keepin' score
I'll wear you straight down to your core
This is war

I don't wanna see your face tonight, yeah
All you do is talk, talk, talk and lie and
I don't really think you're very nice
Just knowing you is social suicide

Spill your guts on the floor
Just did it 'cause I was bored
You think it's cute but it's war
This is war
Spill your guts on the floor
You forfeit, I'm keepin' score
I'll wear you straight down to your core
This is war

You make me sick
You make me sick, I'm sick of it
I basically just kind of feel like this guy is the worst guy I've ever met