Lyricist : Devon Karpf
Composer : Devon Karpf
You don't have the guts anymore
Hit me like a truck and I fell to the floor
You don't give a **** anymore
I couldn't fault the hit-and-run if you settled the score
I think I wanna punch you
I really, really want to
You're talking at me like I know what you mean
I made a mistake, could you give me something to respond to?
Any per cent your function
So, can we skip the introductions?
The only time that I'm the girl of your dreams
Is when you're shit-faced, another white boy with a concussion
You don't have the guts (Guts!) anymore
You wеre playing with your gun, so I ran to the door
What's your bad side? Givе me anyone else
I fear your backbite, you can't get over yourself
Everybody's dead and it's all my fault
Everybody's dead and it's all my fault
Everybody's dead and it's all my fault
You don't have the guts anymore
Hit me like a truck and I fell to the floor
You don't give a **** anymore
I couldn't fault the hit-and-run if you settled the score
I think I wanna punch you
I really, really want to
You're talking at me like I know what you mean
I made a mistake, could you give me something to respond to?
Everybody's dead and it's all my fault
Everybody's dead and it's all my fault
Everybody's dead and it's all my fault
