I just really wanna feel something again
Can someone out there please just say amen
I told you five but I'll count to ten
Just to give you the grace
To get spit in the face
And I really wanna go home
Cause all of you are so stoned
Wish I was never
Crying at a punk show
You talk so cheap
That it sounds expensive
Sick of being told
That I'm too expressive
Cause I look so dumb
And I know you never meant it
But now it's all I
Think about.
And now I've gotta confess
Get you off of my chest
Put me in a box so you can play God
(I'd love to I'd love to)
And all of my screamings
Got the thought of leaving
Looking so appealing
I might,
Confess
Let me whisper in your ear
And wash the blood right off my hands
You could be my puppeteer
I think I've given all I can
So I'll step on the hand that feeds me
It's getting kinda hard to ignore
You call that your f*cking degree
To call little girls a whore
And now I've gotta confess
Get you off of my chest
Put me in a box so you can play God
(I'd love to I'd love to)
And all of my screamings
Got the thought of leaving
Looking so appealing
I might,
Confess
I'd love to I'd love to
I'd love to I'd love to
I'd love to I'd love to
I'd love to I'd love to
And all of my screamings
Got the thought of leaving
Looking so appealing
I might,
Confess.