Dirty Filthy Double Guessing

Wrong place and wrong time Believe the worst, happens every time If you heard I got shot, you would soon have forgot Yet if you hear I got drunk and went on a killing spree You would never forgive me Believe the false because it makes your flaws feel much better Don't blame me for another Take the finger go point at me hold it upwards on your seat As you sit you feel as I, false despite and inaccurate defeat When you get that digit removed It may give your brain a feeling of room to be soothed I know you are full of it, you face is fake and you smell like.... grit