Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry But I really want to hurt somebody Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry My nightmares and realities keep kissing by the chasm of death My best friends don't ever listen, when they do they forget I'm having premonitions and visions of blood in my head And I don't want to go to prison, so I stay in my bed I don't want to do anything that I'm gonna regret Light up a cigarette Really owe my body a debt Sometimes I think of things, things that shouldn't ever be said Got me thinking that I'd probably be better off— Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry But I really want to hurt somebody Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry But I really want to hurt somebody Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry I'm not sure if I'm living just to die or if I'm dying to live I don't even want to cry, I'd rather ruin my wrists Who decided there's a line between a punch and a kiss? Who decided there's a difference from the pain to the bliss? We've been living in immoralism, anyhow, anyway Counting up the days until I snap, six, seven, eight Steady running out of any reason I could celebrate I just want to leave my body bleeding on the motorway I'm in the fast lane with the sun on my back All I want is a high speed collision impact Since two thousand and nineteen, I'm sick and I'm sad How could anybody ever wanna love me like that? I don't want to do anything that I'm gonna regret Light up a cigarette Really owe my body a debt Sometimes I think of things, things that shouldn't ever be said Got me thinking that I'd probably be better off— Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry But I really want to hurt somebody Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry Like oh, tell my mother I'm sorry But I really want to hurt somebody Oh, tell my mother I'm sorry