Take you to the west
Where the sun will dry your tears
Makeup stained and wet
Is how I spend my high school years
Just a bottle of Jack
And bruises on my back
I won't tell you how I got that
But the cause won't call me back Back
I'm cruising
I'm cruising for a bruisin
I only tried to let the light in Guess he didn't like that
Oh well
Blood stains on my chest
And whiskey on his breath
I know I tried my best
Another key and I'll be dead Dead
But something keeps me holding on
My bruises sure don't scare his mom
Don't say that you care about me Don't say that you f*cking care about
About me
No no