Sos

Hey, I'm sorry I called, I promised I wouldn't But I just wanna talk before I do somethin' stupid Like go to the bar, order Maker's Mark Joyride in my car under the influence And I fantasize about drivin' to Vegas Do lines off a Bible and read Revelations Locked in a motel while I'm cryin' for help And I play with myself while I picture you naked (naked, naked) And I can't take it SOS, call 911 I'm a mess since I lost your love And I need you right now Oh, I need you right now SOS, you're the only one Who can take these bullets out my loaded gun And I need you right now Oh, I need you right now Right now, you probably think that I'm a schizo Talkin' to myself, middle finger on a pistol But it's a flare gun, tryin' to get your attention 'Cause all of these deadly depressants They never doin' a damn thing (damn thing) (Mayday, mayday, over) I'm treadin' water But I'm gettin' weaker Deeper and deeper Can you pull me out? I'm treadin' water But I'm gettin' weaker Deeper and deeper Can you pull me out? SOS, call 911 I'm a mess since I lost your love And I need you right now Oh, I need you right now SOS, you're the only one Who can take these bullets out my loaded gun And I need you right now Oh, I need you right now Oh, SOS, call 911 I'm a mess since I lost your love And I need you right now Oh, I need you right now