SOS Red Leather

[Verse 1]
Hey, I'm sorry I called
I promised I wouldn't, but I just wanna talk
Before I do somethin' stupid
Like go to the bar, order Maker's Mark
Joyride in my car under the influence
And I fantasize about drivin' to Vegas
Do lines off a Bible and read Revelations
Locked in a motel while I'm cryin' for help
And I play with myself while I picture you naked (Naked, naked)
And I can't take it

[Chorus]
SOS, call 911
I'm a mess since I lost your love
And I need you right now
Oh, I need you right now
SOS, you're the only one
Who can take these bullets out my loaded gun
And I need you right now
Oh, I need you right now

[Verse 2]
Right now, you probably think that I'm a schizo'
Talkin' to myself, middle finger on a pistol
But it's a flare gun
Tryin' to get your attention
'Cause all of these deadly depressants
They never doin' a damn thing