22A
Settle in this house thats not my home
I chose a place that I kept close
You're living care free, but can you help me
I'll be the one who sees you most
Your hands don't work, I suffer too
But not as much as you
Cause you can't pick and choose
Move from the couch to your bed that night
I never got to say goodbye
Do this laundry list of things
They don't have time but neither do we
I bend over backwards to know that I can
Then why the hell do I feel sad
I hope the views is as good as it sounds
Cause I don't believe in heaven
But we're wasting time in this hell
An unlocked door is questioning
I hear no footsteps in my head
I threw flowers on your casket, they were purchased by my friends
The lack of company is killing me
I know this sorrow too shall pass, but now it's time to make my bed
Do this laundry list of things
They don't have time but neither do we
I bend over backwards to know that I can
Then why the hell do I feel sad
I hope the views is as good as it sounds
Cause I don't believe in heaven
But we're wasting time in this hell
Don't wait for me, you can turn off the lights
And lay as still as you sleep
I swear I crept in bare feet
Just to see that you're there
And just to make sure your lungs still breathe
I did this laundry list of things
I made the time for you and me
I bent over backwards, did all that I can
Then why the hell am I still sad
I hope the view is as good as it sounds
Cause I don't believe in heaven
But I know that you're there now
I chose a place that I kept close
You're living care free, but can you help me
I'll be the one who sees you most
Your hands don't work, I suffer too
But not as much as you
Cause you can't pick and choose
Move from the couch to your bed that night
I never got to say goodbye
Do this laundry list of things
They don't have time but neither do we
I bend over backwards to know that I can
Then why the hell do I feel sad
I hope the views is as good as it sounds
Cause I don't believe in heaven
But we're wasting time in this hell
An unlocked door is questioning
I hear no footsteps in my head
I threw flowers on your casket, they were purchased by my friends
The lack of company is killing me
I know this sorrow too shall pass, but now it's time to make my bed
Do this laundry list of things
They don't have time but neither do we
I bend over backwards to know that I can
Then why the hell do I feel sad
I hope the views is as good as it sounds
Cause I don't believe in heaven
But we're wasting time in this hell
Don't wait for me, you can turn off the lights
And lay as still as you sleep
I swear I crept in bare feet
Just to see that you're there
And just to make sure your lungs still breathe
I did this laundry list of things
I made the time for you and me
I bent over backwards, did all that I can
Then why the hell am I still sad
I hope the view is as good as it sounds
Cause I don't believe in heaven
But I know that you're there now
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