Stupid Hearts by Zantzinger Chorus lyrics

Stupid Hearts

Zantzinger Chorus

GENRE

Rock

SPOTIFY

APPLE MUSIC

AMAZON MUSIC

DEEZER

On Saturday, with no alarm
I sleep in late
I wake up wrong
No one asked for this
Nobody wants this song
I went ahead and drank a fifth
I told my friends that they ain't shit
Well here I am, the gutter boy
Up and lost it all

I gotta call my friends
And let 'em know that that's not who I am
I'm coming in way too hot
I'm sorry if I broke your stupid hearts

But that's enough of that
The train's run off the rails
I showed up at sister's house
And here's what happened then

She took pity, let me in
Even though I reeked of gin
Make no bones about it
This isn't the end
I drank some more, lost my head
I hit on all my sister's friеnds
Drowned, drowned, drowned
In my own pool of sin
I gotta call my friеnds
If that even is what they still are
I'm gonna steal a car
I'm sorry that I broke your stupid heart

And when I wreck the car and I run out of supplies
I'll see you inconveniently the next time I drop by

I gotta call my friends
And let 'em know that that's not who I am
I'm coming in way too hot
I'm sorry if I broke your stupid hearts

I gotta call my friends
If that even is what they still are
I'm gonna steal a car
I'm sorry that I broke your stupid heart