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Misery
Verse I:
It's like, 3:30 and I know I'm gonna be,
Sick of life in two or three hours,
'Cause I barely got any sleep.
I know you're probably lookin' at me like,
I'm insane,
Psychotic,
But dude I just need some sleep. . .
Cause,
Chorus x2:
I'm so love drunk,
Head over heels,
Too tipsy to even eat my meals,
Call me crazy,
But this is how my heart feels.
I'm writin' songs to you,
Poems too,
But I know it'll never be. . .
So just,
Shoot me,
Put me out of my misery!
Verse II:
It's like, almost 4,
And I'm still up writin' to ya,
Wishin' you were someone else.
Someone I could hold,
Could hold me,
But I know it could never be. . .
But,
Chorus:
I'm so love drunk,
Head over heels,
Too tipsy to even eat my meals,
Call me crazy,
But this is how my heart feels.
I'm writin' songs to you,
Poems too,
But I know it'll never be. . .
So just,
Shoot me,
Put me out of my misery!
Verse III:
It's now, 5:30 and I know I'm gonna be,
Sick of life in two or three hours,
Cause I barely got, any sleep. . .
I need you by my side,
So we could sleep together,
Get lost in ourselves and be here forever,
Wish it was true,
I really need you. . .
Chorus:
I'm so love drunk,
Head over heels,
Too tipsy to even eat my meals,
Call me crazy,
But this is how my heart feels.
I'm writin' songs to you,
Poems too,
But I know it'll never be. . .
So just,
Shoot me,
Put me out of my misery!
I'm so love drunk,
Head over heels,
Too tipsy
To eat my meals,
Call me crazy,
But this is how my heart feels. . .
I'm writing songs to you,
Poems too,
And I know it'll never be. . .
So just,
Shoot me,
Put me out of my. . .
Misery. . .
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