Fucked

God, this shit is fucked up
God, this shit is fucked up

Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god it's fucked up

Bands around my neck, I'm just struggling to stay up
Water in my breath, I'm still swallowing the salt but
Grasping for new air, smoking lungs filled with ash dust
Electric turned off for about two weeks, fuck

Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up

Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up

I know we'll wake up in the morning
Telling each other we're sorry
Sick to my stomach, throw up in the toilet
Caught up on each others Snap stories

Hands around my neck, every night were getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up

We're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up

Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up

Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up
Hands around my neck, every night we're getting too drunk
Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up

God, this shit is fucked up
God, this shit is fucked up



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Writer(s): Mark Andrew Taylor
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