I'm sorry for killing your cat when I backed out of your driveway
At your eighteenth birthday party. I hope I didn't ruin your big day
If it makes you feel even worse, I thought I'd never see you again
but you're sitting in the fucking lobby of this Flint, Michigan Holiday Inn.
I feel like a fish on a leash
I haven't slept in days, hell, I haven't slept in a week.
But I'm becoming more sure
If you still hated me, you'd be throwing bricks at my door
My guilt is weighing on my liver
My guilt is weighing on my liver
My guilt is weighing on my liver
I should drink to calm it down
I'll raid my mini fridge
I'll mix my drinks up strong, but I'll try not to binge
I'll lock myself in my room
Just like a prison cell, or a republican womb
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
Just call me Casey Anthony
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
My guilt is weighing on my sanity
Just call me Casey Anthony
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