180

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Throwing up on the carpet
Giving up, I've decided
All my guts in my pockets
Oh, oh, yeah, I tuck it

Little holes in my stomach
Got a heart that's in constant waste
He's got your blood, your food
It's all so bad, I must
Leave and get drunk, I'll eat with my boys

Never had a fight, yeah
Never had a fight, yeah

Wish that you were mad at me no more
Wish that you were mad at me no more
So sick of acting anything that you're not
Know that you are so mad at me
I think you're really mad at me
I wish that you were mad at me

I think I'm gonna die
Think I'm gonna die
Die, die