Fear. Obligation. Guilt. (F.O.G.)

Staying up late with you the night before Mother's Day feels bittersweet and ironic someway Two bottles of whiskey and I don't know much about you, well I'm afraid I'm about to I can't help it, how I'm feeling right now. Your lips are moving, but there's no truth coming out You say what you're thinking without thinking at all. I guess you're the only one who's never at fault She never said one bad thing about you. Now you're here talking shit Man I hear what you're saying, but you were never around She raised me better than this song. And she's more gracious than I am strong, 'cause She never said one bad thing about you, and now you're here talking shit All the worste parts of me, they came from you All the worste parts of me, are the best in you Man I hear what you're saying, but you were never around All I'm feeling is fucked up thanks to you All I'm feeling is fucked up thanks to you All I'm feeling is fucked up thanks to you All I'm feeling is fucked up thanks to you All I'm feeling is fucked up thanks to you All I'm feeling is fucked up thanks to you All I'm feeling is fucked up thanks to you All I'm feeling is fucked up thanks to you... thanks to you Two bottles of whiskey and I don't know much about you