Sorry
I was being a sarcastic asshole
When I said stupid shit that I regret
But I've been working real hard to clean up my persona
So these thoughts in my head would just fucking quit
I want to make out with chicks
And poke around with my dick
But I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings
Cause I know mine are so fragile
But my tongue is so agile
And I just can't get a hold of it
Well, we were making plans to visit a museum
Then we got drunk instead, went home, and I gave you head
Yea, first thing in the morning, I hand you a beer
Lay around in my bed, put on a VHS
I want to suck on your clit
But then I couldn't commit
And I'll be damned if I didn't hurt your feelings
I want to punish myself
But I know it wouldn't help
I hear you telling me to just get a grip
Friday rolls around, and I snort K all weekend
Yea, I'm in the clear, my paycheck disappears
Now I'm black out and admitting I'm in love with Chandler
Where the fuck is my phone, man I should have stayed home
I gotta call out of work
Dear God, my head fucking hurts
Why do these hangovers always give me boners?
I get so sick of this shit
More than I'd care to admit, yea
Brooding over all my regrets, yea
Brooding over all my regrets, yea
Brooding over all my regrets, yea
Brooding over all my regrets
When I said stupid shit that I regret
But I've been working real hard to clean up my persona
So these thoughts in my head would just fucking quit
I want to make out with chicks
And poke around with my dick
But I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings
Cause I know mine are so fragile
But my tongue is so agile
And I just can't get a hold of it
Well, we were making plans to visit a museum
Then we got drunk instead, went home, and I gave you head
Yea, first thing in the morning, I hand you a beer
Lay around in my bed, put on a VHS
I want to suck on your clit
But then I couldn't commit
And I'll be damned if I didn't hurt your feelings
I want to punish myself
But I know it wouldn't help
I hear you telling me to just get a grip
Friday rolls around, and I snort K all weekend
Yea, I'm in the clear, my paycheck disappears
Now I'm black out and admitting I'm in love with Chandler
Where the fuck is my phone, man I should have stayed home
I gotta call out of work
Dear God, my head fucking hurts
Why do these hangovers always give me boners?
I get so sick of this shit
More than I'd care to admit, yea
Brooding over all my regrets, yea
Brooding over all my regrets, yea
Brooding over all my regrets, yea
Brooding over all my regrets
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Writer(s): Edward Brandt
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