Cough cough cough cough cough on me I want your diseases I want everything that´s wrong with you
I worry about what I did wrong to you I wonder where I went wrong with you Maybe if I write you a song or two You´d start to believe again Again My friend, why do you love syringes? I really do miss those binges Of watching tv shows that we knew had already ended I miss being so damn bored with you Getting lost in the airport with you But if I knew what you really wanted to do I would´ve never cursed your name
I know sorry won´t fix shit I know sorry won´t fix shit I know sorry won´t fix shit You didn´t mean to hurt me on Christmas
I know sorry won´t fix shit I know sorry won´t fix shit I know sorry won´t fix shit You didn´t mean to kill me on Christmas