Mea Culpa
We fucked this shit up
We fucked this shit up
Go back to that day
Never say what's up
Got this far due to luck
We fucked this shit up
Less drink in your cup
You fucked this whole shit up
Second chances
Always come back to haunt me
Cause I hand them out 'till two becomes too many
You still ain't lose me
I'm screaming hostage
You ain't even got me chained
Why can't I leave? I guess the guilt
Would build a prison all the same
We hid our lies and liabilities
Deep in immaturity
But I grew up and learned
When I should take accountability
Quarters won't make you change
Making the same mistakes
And then you screaming betrayed
Like you was Jesus on the stake, please
You ain't dying
For no ones sins
Your insecurities
Is why we can't be friends
I lend an ear to make amends
While you explain
The same excuse again
I couldn't take it by the end
And you can blame me
Because I listened for too long
If what don't kill you really does
Make you strong, then I'm the Hulk
I guess it didn't strike you
That we never fought
Because I'd always
Let the subject drop
Well, twenty-twenty vision now
I think that was wrong
But I did it for you
And you could never be wrong
We met low, we were
Broke from the start
I see the light, you pull me back
To the dark
And you could keep
The memories
The post-traumatic shit
That got me drowning in the Henny
Don't worry 'bout me now
You weren't worried from the beginning
You still got you, to a narcissist
That should be plenty
We fucked this shit up
We fucked this shit up
Go back to that day
Never say what's up
Got this far due to luck
We fucked this shit up
Less drink in your cup
You fucked this whole shit up, yeah
You fucked this whole shit up, yeah
You fucked this whole shit up
This whole shit was parasitic
You needed me for the vision
You treated me like an object
You were always the topic
Of every single conversation
You were becoming the toxic
You claim "Intoxicated"
Reviving R.I.P subjects
Maybe at first
I didn't really help
But once I made it clear for you
You couldn't help yourself
Don't hear a word I say because
You're listening to yourself
The soft spot that I had for you
You hardened it yourself, how ironic
And the irony is tragic
Act like shit you did
Would disappear like magic
We're good at acting
But now I'm wishing that
Marty and Doc would pull up in the whip
And take us back to being average
Cause I'm a savage
Damn, mea culpa