You punched a hole
In the windshield of my 2010 accord
Some kinda hell
Is coming for us baby
Still out for blood
You screamed like hell at some old lady and her dog
Which backed away
Like you might give it rabies
There’s nothing left
At the bottom of the bottle
Your half-unfinished novel
Is sitting on the stairs
I know the signs
I’ve been learning how to read them
There’s no need for us to pretend
That it will be alright
Alright…
(break) Yeah I punched a hole (fill)
In the windshield of your 2010 accord
I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not sorry
And I hate your mom
Hoppеd up on xanax that the state helps hеr afford
With money meant
For your sweetheart little brother
In the windshield of my 2010 accord
Some kinda hell
Is coming for us baby
Still out for blood
You screamed like hell at some old lady and her dog
Which backed away
Like you might give it rabies
There’s nothing left
At the bottom of the bottle
Your half-unfinished novel
Is sitting on the stairs
I know the signs
I’ve been learning how to read them
There’s no need for us to pretend
That it will be alright
Alright…
(break) Yeah I punched a hole (fill)
In the windshield of your 2010 accord
I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not sorry
And I hate your mom
Hoppеd up on xanax that the state helps hеr afford
With money meant
For your sweetheart little brother
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