Ibuprofen Lyrics

Even priests don't believe in god sometimes

So forgive me if your blood tastes just like wine

Pour me a glass when it's new year's and I'm alone

Swore last time that strip club couldn't hold any more of your ones

I could swear i'm mad at you until you come home

Kiss on the forehead smell of your favorite rum

Next time i'll pack my stuff up and I'll push and shove

Or maybe i'll swig down an ibuprofen of your love

Your catholic mom told you "don't marry girls like her"

You told her "mom could you say something any worse?"

I can't believe you would talk to your mom like that

But then I was struck that you defended me, I cracked

I could swear I'm mad at you until you come home

Kiss on the forehead smell of your favorite rum

Next time i'll pack my stuff up and i'll push and shove

Or maybe i'll swig down the ibuprofen of your love