If I Had the Resources, I Would Sample Gunshots Into All of My Songs

I'll tell you a story about a boy, a boy
Who didn't have his life together
And it seemed like it would never end

Until he met this girl
Who didn't have her shit together
And they were both foolish to think
That this would never end
That this would never end

And then one day, this boy and this girl
Decided to throw out that 3-letter-lie (I-L-Y)
And spit it back and forth between the sheets
And never stop to look inside at the time bomb
Ticking and mocking the way they were talking about all these plans
About all these dreams, about all the things that they said they would be

Oh, God, please save me
From this aching heart
Why must you surround me?
Why must you surround me?

You see, this boy was a fuck up
And this girl had been fucked up
And they were both fucked up, fucked up (x2)

Oh, God, please save me
From this aching heart
Why must you surround me?
Why must you surround me?

You see, this boy, this girl
They still love each other
And on this sour note, it ends
Now they will never be together