I said I'm sorry
The constant break and bend
Please don't let it end now so
Baby, you tell me "Are we crazy?"
I lack in self esteem
My suicidal scream
You won't escape my dreams
And that's why
Yeah, you make me hold on
And write these opioid rants of a man who can't understand
The truth isn't at the bottom of the bottle
Or on the body of a college girl model
I'm getting lucky like I just hit the lotto
And there's no excuses from the man who can lose her
Just his hand a pad of paper
To write his opioid rants
Marks and scrapes from another fight
Mistakes I tried making right
Lost in the ones I made last night
You left bloodstains on my shoulder
You said, "Why can't I act older?"
Yeah
And write these opioid rants of a man who can't understand
The truth isn't at the bottom of the bottle
Or on the body of a college girl model
I'm getting lucky like I just hit the lotto
And there's no excuses from the man who can lose her
Just his hand a pad of paper
To write his opioid rants
Marks and scrapes from another fight
Mistakes I tried making right
Lost in the ones I made last night
You left bloodstains on my shoulder
Then you ask, "Why can't I act older?"
Well my maturity is my promise, please
My promises, promise that you're never leaving me
And I will rise
These write these opioid rants of a man who can't understand
The truth isn't at the bottom of the bottle
Or on the body of a college girl model
I'm getting lucky like I just hit the lotto
(And there's no excuses from the man who can lose her
Just his hand a pad of paper)
These opioid rants
These opioid rants