Deer hooves hanging on the wall
Shell casings in the closet hall
Drunk from a mug shaped like a breast
Punishing the people he loved best
Slept with the lights on on the floor
Behind a chair that blocked the door
Watching from bedroom to plate
Stability just words of hate
Oooh-oh
At least I made it out at fucking all
Oooh-oh
It's a tightrope that I walked
You're not that unlike me
Little girl don't call my name
I like your little face
But little girl you're just like me
I don't think you're sorry at all
That's a concept
I don't think you're sorry at all
Hit reset
I don't think you're sorry at all
Give forget
I don't think you're sorry at all
Hit reset
Say my prayers two inches from death
Invisible gun pointed at my head
Sharp guns down in Mexico
Tell me things a kid should never know
Oooh-oh
At least I made it out at all
Oooh-oh
It's a tightrope that I walked
Little girl don't laugh at me
You call my name
Ha ha, you think you're great
But you are just like me
I don't think you're sorry at all
That's a concept
I don't think you're sorry at all
Hit reset
I don't think you're sorry at all
That's a concept
I don't think you're sorry at all
Hit reset
Writer(s): Kathleen M Hanna, Sara Landeau, Christopher Carmine Covelli, Kenneth Mellman, Kathi Wilcox
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