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