(just, leave me alone)

Refrain:
(good morning heartache)
(here we go again)
(good morning heartache)
(thought we’d said goodbye last night)
(good morning heartache)
(here we go again)
(good morning heartache)
(thought we’d said goodbye last night)

Verse 1:
I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
And I’m never coming back again
Tell me that you love me
‘cause I really really need a friend
Mama, I’m oh so sorry I let you down again
No matter how hard I try
You’ll never look at me the same again
You can’t never gonna understand
Ya comes from a different place yeah
I came home with a night[?] written on my face, oh
She didn’t come from the Philippines
For me to f*ck it up so bad
And I gotta leave, I remind her of my dad

Refrain:
(good morning heartache)
(here we go again)
(good morning heartache)
(thought we’d said goodbye last night)
(good morning heartache)
(here we go again)
(good morning heartache)
(thought we’d said goodbye last night)

(thought we’d said goodbye last night)

Verse 2:
I’m sneakin’ through the window
I’m comin’ home drunk again
I swear she gotta know
I smoke and sippin’ on that gin
Smell like a neighborhood bar
Not even old enough to drink
Not that I don’t care but
I don’t care enough to think
You ain’t never gonna let me in
She thinks I’ve forgotten where I’ve been
That I’m livin’ a life of sin, oh
She didn’t come from the Philippines
For me to f*ck it up so bad
And I gotta leave so what choices could I have?

Refrain:
(good morning heartache)
(here we go again)
(good morning heartache)
(thought we’d said goodbye last night)
(good morning heartache)
(here we go again)
(good morning heartache)
(thought we’d said goodbye last night)

(here we go again)

Verse 3:
It’s the story of a bad, f*cked up kid
[?generation glad bruh habit]?
Mama was sad, oh so, oh so sad because
She didn’t come from the Philippines
For me to f*ck it up so bad
Now I gotta leave, I’m off on my own now

Refrain:
(good morning heartache)
(here we go again)
(good morning heartache)
(thought we’d said goodbye last night)
(good morning heartache)
(here we go again)
(good morning heartache)
(thought we’d said goodbye last night)