SOS

Hey, I'm sorry I called, I promised I wouldn't
But I just wanna talk before I do somethin' stupid
Like go to the bar, order Maker's Mark
Joyride in my car under the influence
And I fantasize about drivin' to Vegas
Do lines off a Bible and read Revelations
Locked in a motel while I'm cryin' for help
And I play with myself while I picture you naked (naked, naked)
And I can't take it

SOS, call 911
I'm a mess since I lost your love
And I need you right now
Oh, I need you right now
SOS, you're the only one
Who can take these bullets out my loaded gun
And I need you right now
Oh, I need you right now

Right now, you probably think that I'm a schizo
Talkin' to myself, middle finger on a pistol
But it's a flare gun, tryin' to get your attention
'Cause all of these deadly depressants
They never doin' a damn thing (damn thing)
(Mayday, mayday, over)

I'm treadin' water
But I'm gettin' weaker
Deeper and deeper
Can you pull me out?
I'm treadin' water
But I'm gettin' weaker
Deeper and deeper
Can you pull me out?

SOS, call 911
I'm a mess since I lost your love
And I need you right now
Oh, I need you right now
SOS, you're the only one
Who can take these bullets out my loaded gun
And I need you right now
Oh, I need you right now

Oh, SOS, call 911
I'm a mess since I lost your love
And I need you right now
Oh, I need you right now