Am I out ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ touch?
Am I out ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ my place
When I keep saying that I'm looking for an empty space?
Oh, I'm wishing you're here
But I'm wishing you're gone
I can't have you
And I'm ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ going to do you wrong
Oh, I'm going to mess this up
Oh, this is just my luck
Over and over and over again
I'm sorry for everything
For everything I've done
From the second that I was born
Then since I had a loaded gun
And then I shot, shot, shot a hole
Through everything I loved
Oh, I shot, shot, shot a hole
Through every single thing that I loved