Karmas at the wheel, driving fast
While your mama stays at home and pours her glass
Pretty little thing. She’s drunk again
Oh you know the way she likes her medicine

Oh you know it ain't wrong but it ain't so right
Spreading love into the night
Again
Stumbling backwards home
You wonder how you ended up alone

Washed it down the drain, its all the same
I can tell she’s rather broken from the pain
Ditched her family. Wants to be in magazines
Or on television screens
It's her scene

Oh you know it ain't wrong but it ain't so right
“Break a piece of me tonight”
She says
She’s lonelier then back home
And She wonders how she’ll make it on her own

Tired of the things, that i know are wrong
Tired of mistakes I've done
Tired of the ways, That I know are fake
I'm so tired

Give myself in, to another sin
Oh I’m high again
Tired of mistakes i know are wrong
I'm so, so tired