When I sit alone in this house
Is when I hate myself the most.
You don't love me no more.
And she don't care for me no more.
And she doesn't want anything, to do with me.
You don't even wanna really say hi.
You'd just rather say goodbye.
So go fuck yourself...
You beautiful kind and caring woman.
I'm so distant
I don't recognize these hands I use.
I'm so far out of reach.
I'm just living life zoned out when we speak, not even realizing the speed on the odometer.
So is it crazy that I just wanna ram my car into a ditch just to never be seen again.
I wanna see you again.
But I can't help but think, that you should go fuck yourself instead.
Cause you left me on read and your making me dread every memory we made.
Go fuck yourself, but not really...
But yes really...
I feel so lonely, lonely when there's people all around me.
Cause they love me, but don't like me, not who I am within.
They say the language of love is french.
But for me my love language is sex, sex that is not bland.
One night stands, I could never stand them.
Lust isn't love, and loves not only lust.
I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be understood.
So damn these nights I sit alone. Alone in this house with nothing but the sound of rain to comfort me.
Cause your not here, not in a million years.
I've had too much to drink, too much regrettable texts already sent, I'm already in the deep in. Might as well embrace the end. The end of my sober sorrows for a couple hours. Cause now it's the liquid sorrow coming in, and it's saying
Your a worthless piece of shit.
