Sorry
I'm sorry Dad, I ain't do the shit you want me to
I'm sorry Mom, I ain't tell you everything I'm going through
On the verge of tears
Feels like I've been told to keep 'em clear
Not by you, but something somehow seems to echo through the air
One day optimism's got my best interest
Next day its gone, it's time to try out my intellect
I don't mean to interject
But I feel it's for the best
If I got the answers before hand and skipped the test
I can see why people always wanna drink
When you lose touch on reality you dont even wanna think
Generations who got money tryna push us to the brink
When you freeze over the water only thing to do is sink
We're going down way too fast
No wonder I wish I could go back to the past
I hear that it's a silent death if you lock up the garage and you fill it with gas
Oh but here we are now
It would be a waste to rip your heart out
Stick around
It's okay cause you might make it out
I'm sorry Dad, I ain't do the shit you want me to
I'm sorry Mom, I ain't tell you everything I'm going through
On the verge of tears
Feels like I've been told to keep 'em clear
Not by you, but something somehow seems to echo through the air
One day optimism's got my best interest
Next day its gone, it's time to try out my intellect
I don't mean to interject
But I feel it's for the best
If I got the answers before hand and skipped the test
I'm sorry Mom, I ain't tell you everything I'm going through
On the verge of tears
Feels like I've been told to keep 'em clear
Not by you, but something somehow seems to echo through the air
One day optimism's got my best interest
Next day its gone, it's time to try out my intellect
I don't mean to interject
But I feel it's for the best
If I got the answers before hand and skipped the test
I can see why people always wanna drink
When you lose touch on reality you dont even wanna think
Generations who got money tryna push us to the brink
When you freeze over the water only thing to do is sink
We're going down way too fast
No wonder I wish I could go back to the past
I hear that it's a silent death if you lock up the garage and you fill it with gas
Oh but here we are now
It would be a waste to rip your heart out
Stick around
It's okay cause you might make it out
I'm sorry Dad, I ain't do the shit you want me to
I'm sorry Mom, I ain't tell you everything I'm going through
On the verge of tears
Feels like I've been told to keep 'em clear
Not by you, but something somehow seems to echo through the air
One day optimism's got my best interest
Next day its gone, it's time to try out my intellect
I don't mean to interject
But I feel it's for the best
If I got the answers before hand and skipped the test
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Writer(s): Nolan Nicholson
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