Raffaella
Guilt Trip
Drugs in D.C
Unreachable and faded
Guilt trip me at 23
It’s fun to be sedated

I can read your face pretty clearly
Saying to yourself that you hate me
Did I disappoint you
Did you think I meant to

Tommy cut his finger
His blood was all over the bus
Everyone was laughing
Instead of wrapping it up
I really thought it was funny, the next day too
I really thought it was funny, until I told you

I know being young will get old soon
But I would give it up 'cause I love you
Did I disappoint you
You know I don't mean to