Lyrics 180 - Dylan Brady , Ravenna Golden

Throwing up
On the carpet
Giving up
I just started

All my guts
In my pocket
Poke a hole
In your eye socket

All the holes
In my stomach
Alcohol
Is what caused it

We just got drunk on your roof
And talked about our lives
I never got drunk on your roof
I was never invited
Never invited

Wish that you werent mad at me no more
Wish that you werent mad at me no more

Stole ashirt
From ur house
Didnt think that u would mind

No that you
Are so mad
I think that you are really mad at me
I wish that you were not so mad at me

I think im gonna die

Think im gonna DIE