Wanted - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Sub-subliminal

Regrets, I've got it all, hang me

Now it's my funeral

Neglecting you and all

Making me sick, sick, sick to my stomach

'Cause I never gave anybody what they wanted

Should've been there, but I fucked off

Said it wasn't my fault

But I know you're just afraid to tell me the truth

Feels so empty to act so friendly

Maybe I'll tell you everything

So you can let me know you hate me

I'm sick, sick, sick to my stomach

I wanna feel better, but I never feel wanted

Should've stayed dry, but I fucked up

Dirtying my shot cup

Everybody's gone, but I'll always have vodka

I feel better, but I never feel wanted!

I wanna feel better, but I never feel wanted!