I took a bullet to the head so I could move ahead
Made a million memories but they're all in red
Wish I could erase the things always said
Mm, hmm, mm
And if they caught a family bring them guns out
Send a ransom letter, different fonts now
I brought back the salad like it's lunch now
Thought it would be you but it was me instead
I checked off my bucket list, I'm done now
Many opportunities but I guess I'm too young now
So many regrets I can't escape, too late to run now
Everything I do is hurting my soul, I guess it's worn out
