I told you I asked Jesus
And Jesus wants me to make music
I told you I'll love you
I kiss your eyes and then leave you lying
I wrote your mother 50 letters
Burned them afterward and nothing was left
I think we overdid it
I'd rather be to blame myself
They grow from the ashes of my guilt
They grow from the ashes, the ashes
I told you I'll fall in love
I kiss your mouth and stay lying on you
You sent me a thousand drops in DMs
I send you my a*s, but you're not satisfied
You didn't tell me anything
I didn't ask you
So, have you decided?
We f*cked all day
They grow from the ashes of my guilt
They grow from the ashes, the ashes
They grow from the ashes of my guilt
They grow from the ashes, the ashes
You said it's on you
You said you're sorry