Guts

You ask me if I wanna get a tattoo Dude I fuckin' barely even know you Probably never ever gonna call you But you make me wanna die, yeah Your outfit is a crime and I need an exit line You make me sick You make me sick, I'm sick of it Spill your guts on the floor Just did it 'cause I was bored You think it's cute, but it's war This is war Spill your guts on the floor You forfeit, I'm keepin' score I'll wear you straight down to your core This is war See you at a dive bar on the weekends Six-hundred-dollar jeans you're a freak and I don't really like you and your fake friends They don't bother sayin' hi And we don't see eye to eye, but honestly it's fine You make me sick You make me sick, I'm sick of it Spill your guts on the floor Just did it 'cause I was bored You think it's cute, but it's war, this is war Spill your guts on the floor You forfeit, I'm keepin' score I'll wear you straight down to your core This is war I don't wanna see your face tonight, yeah All you do is talk, talk, talk and lie and I don't really think you're very nice Just knowing you is social suicide Spill your guts on the floor Just did it 'cause I was bored You think it's cute but it's war This is war Spill your guts on the floor You forfeit, I'm keepin' score I'll wear you straight down to your core This is war You make me sick You make me sick, I'm sick of it I basically just kind of feel like this guy is the worst guy I've ever met