"daylight, i'm sorry" lyrics
Fuck your ex, I really wanna cut him up and keep his hands
So that he can never touch you again
Too bad I'll be your only man
Oh, you won't love again
Birthday in October, oh, I turned twenty a few days ago
I got your number and texted you to swing right by my home
I looked into your eyes as soon as you pulled up to my front door
I noticed that he might smell a little bit like maplewood
Now his body will be rotting in my closet
Needed space when I got him, you should've saw it
He was scared as he probably should be
Oh, he's so scared of me
Grab my hatchet, it's all I wanna do
I wanna kill, for real, and when I am off the pill
I wanna feel the blood dripping down my legs
As I peel his lungs outside of his body
Daylight, I'm sorry, oh, daylight, I'm sorry (Ooh)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I never see you
Fuck your ex, I really wanna cut him up and keep his hands
So that he can never touch you again
Too bad I'll be your only man
Oh, you won't love again
Ooh, I'm thinking, I'm thinking so I'm drinking
Alcohol, it makes you think, feel us all
Noddin' off from the pills in the bathroom
Smoke a lot, hey, it gets me off my bad mood
I wanna fight, I'll find him in the night
I'm gonna hike around until I find a town
I'm gonna hunt him down and put him in the ground
I'm gonna bomb his house and watch him run out of bed
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Daylight, I'm so sorry, oh
Daylight I'm so sorry, oh
Everyone is fallin' to pieces
I just stay away, oh (Stay away, oh)
Fornicate and fuck on beaches, you are one disgrace
God, I get so fucked up, I sleep when the sun come up
I'm stuck up, I hate love, and just want them to shut up
There's way too many bitches on my phone but I don't want one
I'm used to being lonely, I feel comfort in my lonesome
I take drugs, I love guns, and some would say I'm handsome
It's such a shame that I'm in pain, I'm living like an old man
Daylight, my bad, sorry that I never see you (So sorry)
I'm busy in the nighttime, smoking cigarettes in blind lights
Mix some ignorance and self-hatred, you'll get my mind
(Oh)
Thank you, thank you, yeah, that was my song
'Kay, fuck all you, guys
So that he can never touch you again
Too bad I'll be your only man
Oh, you won't love again
Birthday in October, oh, I turned twenty a few days ago
I got your number and texted you to swing right by my home
I looked into your eyes as soon as you pulled up to my front door
I noticed that he might smell a little bit like maplewood
Now his body will be rotting in my closet
Needed space when I got him, you should've saw it
He was scared as he probably should be
Oh, he's so scared of me
Grab my hatchet, it's all I wanna do
I wanna kill, for real, and when I am off the pill
I wanna feel the blood dripping down my legs
As I peel his lungs outside of his body
Daylight, I'm sorry, oh, daylight, I'm sorry (Ooh)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I never see you
Fuck your ex, I really wanna cut him up and keep his hands
So that he can never touch you again
Too bad I'll be your only man
Oh, you won't love again
Ooh, I'm thinking, I'm thinking so I'm drinking
Alcohol, it makes you think, feel us all
Noddin' off from the pills in the bathroom
Smoke a lot, hey, it gets me off my bad mood
I wanna fight, I'll find him in the night
I'm gonna hike around until I find a town
I'm gonna hunt him down and put him in the ground
I'm gonna bomb his house and watch him run out of bed
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Daylight, I'm so sorry, oh
Daylight I'm so sorry, oh
Everyone is fallin' to pieces
I just stay away, oh (Stay away, oh)
Fornicate and fuck on beaches, you are one disgrace
God, I get so fucked up, I sleep when the sun come up
I'm stuck up, I hate love, and just want them to shut up
There's way too many bitches on my phone but I don't want one
I'm used to being lonely, I feel comfort in my lonesome
I take drugs, I love guns, and some would say I'm handsome
It's such a shame that I'm in pain, I'm living like an old man
Daylight, my bad, sorry that I never see you (So sorry)
I'm busy in the nighttime, smoking cigarettes in blind lights
Mix some ignorance and self-hatred, you'll get my mind
(Oh)
Thank you, thank you, yeah, that was my song
'Kay, fuck all you, guys
Writer(s): Stephen Fealy, Stephen Faulker
