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Sorry In Advance

 

Sorry In Advance

(album: Caught In A Hailstorm - 2017)


Leave your keys in the Porsche
Leave your love at the world
Leave your friends on the floor
Leave your soul at the door
Leave the drink and the pills in your stomach
Leave your life while you cry that you love it
I could write all the songs in the world
I don't really wanna talk to you, girl
Walk around with a bullseye, marked back
I'm not joking when I say I'll have a heart attack

They look at me like I'm nothing
I act real loud for attention
All these people want me dead, got me stressing
I wish that I could know for a second
What it means to be loved
Happiness without drugs
People wanting me around
I'm just always acting out
I'm sorry for the things I presented
But, inside me there is so much aggression
I just want a conversation
I just wanna sit and listen
To your problems and your worries
To your fears and your misgivin's
I'm really fucking hard, but I'm soft
I've been doing all the shit that I want
But, sometimes it hurts to my heart
I'm a paradox, I fix myself apart
I tear myself away, it don't heal quick
Don't want anyone to know I feel shit
I just hope that if you listen and you feel this
And just know that when I sing it's on some real shit
Too much sex, got me feeling like a slut
I don't think I'll talk to girls for a month

Leave your keys in the Porsche
Leave your love at the world
Leave your friends on the floor
Leave your soul at the door
Leave the drink and the pills in your stomach
Leave your life while you cry that you love it
I could write all the songs in the world
I don't really wanna talk to you, girl
Walk around with a bullseye, marked back
I'm not joking when I say I'll have a heart attack
Leave your keys in the Porsche
Leave your love at the world
Leave your friends on the floor
Leave your soul at the door
Leave the drink and the pills in your stomach
Leave your life while you cry that you love it
I could write all the songs in the world
I don't really wanna talk to you, girl
Walk around with a bullseye, marked back
I'm not joking when I say I'll have a heart attack

It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's o-ver
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

done

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