Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song sorry in advance, artist - Convolk. Date of issue: 17.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
sorry in advance |
| Leave your keys in the Porsche |
| Leave your love at the world |
| Leave your friends on the floor |
| Leave your soul at the door |
| Leave the drink and the pills in your stomach |
| Leave your life while you cry that you love it |
| I could write all the songs in the world |
| I don’t really wanna talk to you, girl |
| Walk around with a bullseye, marked back |
| I’m not jokin' when I say I’ll have a heart attack |
| They look at me like I’m nothin' |
| I act real loud for attention |
| All these people want me dead, got me stressin' |
| I wish that I could know for a second |
| What it means to be loved |
| Happiness without drugs |
| People wantin' me around |
| I’m just always actin' out |
| I’m sorry for the things I presented |
| But, inside me there is so much aggression |
| I just want a conversation |
| I just wanna sit and listen |
| To your problems and your worries |
| To your fears and your misgivin’s |
| I’m really fuckin' hard, but I’m soft |
| I’ve been doin' all the shit that I want |
| But, sometimes it hurts to my heart |
| I’m a paradox, I fix myself apart |
| I tear myself away, it don’t heal quick |
| Don’t want anyone to know I feel shit |
| I just hope that if you listen and you feel this |
| And just know that when I sing it’s on some real shit |
| Too much sex, got me feelin' like a slut |
| I don’t think I’ll talk to girls for a month |
| Leave your keys in the Porsche |
| Leave your love at the world |
| Leave your friends on the floor |
| Leave your soul at the door |
| Leave the drink and the pills in your stomach |
| Leave your life while you cry that you love it |
| I could write all the songs in the world |
| I don’t really wanna talk to you, girl |
| Walk around with a bullseye, marked back |
| I’m not jokin' when I say I’ll have a heart attack |
| Leave your keys in the Porsche |
| Leave your love at the world |
| Leave your friends on the floor |
| Leave your soul at the door |
| Leave the drink and the pills in your stomach |
| Leave your life while you cry that you love it |
| I could write all the songs in the world |
| I don’t really wanna talk to you, girl |
| Walk around with a bullseye, marked back |
| I’m not jokin' when I say I’ll have a heart attack |
| It’s over |
| It’s over |
| It’s over |
| It’s over |
| It’s over |
| It’s o-ver |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |