i wake up with bloodshot eyes

struggled to memorize

the way it felt between your thighs

pleasure that made you cry

feels so good to be bad

not worth the aftermath

after that after that

try to get you back

i still don't have a reason

and you don't have the time

and it really makes me wonder

if i ever gave a f**k about you

give me something to believe in

'cause i don't believe in you

anymore anymore

i wonder if it even makes a difference to try yeah