Lyrics

doesn’t it hurt
trying to be pretty in grief?
sunken and bruised
delicious as a ripe peach

drunken and dizzy it doesn’t hurt any less
wrists rubbed raw i’m delirious in this bed

it’s 3am and i don’t know where i belong
it’s 3am and i don’t want to write this song

so tell me god
what went so wrong in this head
please tell me god
what went so wrong in this head

and i’ve never been so close
to hell where the sinners go
half alive and half in hell
will i ever escape this cell?
there’s no god strong enough
to undo what i’ve done

there’s no way to win
so how will i choose to lose?
there’s no garden of eden that i’d be allowed to waltz through

and i’m tired of playing pretend so i’ll take off this dress
this heartache won’t heal
i’m hideous in this mess

it’s 3am and i don’t know where i belong
it’s 3am and i don’t want to write this song

so tell me god
what went so wrong in this head
please tell me god
what went so wrong in this head