I'm sorry that I can't get out of bed

I'm sorry that my head's always a mess

I'm sorry that I missed your call For the third time in a row

I promise that I care much more than I show.

And don't get carried away, no I'll only let you down

Certain circumstances got me feeling low

Don't take it personally

Talk some sense into me, I've been feeling senseless Acting selfish, hate myself so fucking much I'm out of touch but I can see through all the lies that they've been selling me

Quit telling me you know they know what's best for me.

My patience being test to see.

In the parking lot of the high school that I went to.

Thought I hated it, but it's real shit when your friends leave.

And you're back home with the same dreams on the same street.

All of the things that I take it for granted is now a thing that I wish had ended.

All that I hated is now what I miss.

Hold on, Trump.

Hold on, Trump.

Talk to your shit one more time.

I'm sorry that I can't get out of bed

Sorry that I missed your call For the third time in a row

I promise that I care much more than I show