Found Items - True Story Lyrics

All my friends were wasted
When were coming, we were comig home
One of them could not hold it
He puked all over my bedroom floor

Oooh, it wasn't my fault
Oooh, not at all

Sunday morning
With a rag in my hand
I am drowning
In the shame and regret
Why the hell did I bring you home?
Should have come on my own

When my mom came in
I did not now didn't know what to say
Had to lie that my friend
Ate some shit at the station yesterday