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