Kerosene
I've been talking to myself more lately
I'm the only one who listens
This burden is my badge to wear
This place feels like a prison
Maybe, I need a shot of self esteem with some kerosene and a match
Cuz I feel at home in the back draft
When it's my last chance
I lie through my teeth and I'm lost in the panic
With the promise of fortune and glory
I'm spinning out of control
I can't take anymore
Some might say it's best for me
One more drink to pretend this never happens at all
I'll tell another lie of how I'll leave it behind
These demons take control of me
Maybe, I need a shot of self esteem with some kerosene and a match
Cuz I feel at home in the back draft
When it's my last chance
Lately, I need a dose of reality
Cuz I feel at home in the undertow
When it's time to breath
And it's my last chance
In the event that I don't make it out alive
Tell my family I tried
But I just can't take another day in my mind
The bottom of this empty bottle leaves me broken and alone
If I take enough of these white pills, maybe I won't feel sad
Maybe, I need a shot of self esteem with some kerosene and a match
Cuz I feel at home in the back draft
When it's my last chance
Lately, I need a dose of reality
Cuz I feel at home in the undertow
When it's time to breath
And it's my last chance
Tell me everything will be fine
Help me start things over
I'm the only one who listens
This burden is my badge to wear
This place feels like a prison
Maybe, I need a shot of self esteem with some kerosene and a match
Cuz I feel at home in the back draft
When it's my last chance
I lie through my teeth and I'm lost in the panic
With the promise of fortune and glory
I'm spinning out of control
I can't take anymore
Some might say it's best for me
One more drink to pretend this never happens at all
I'll tell another lie of how I'll leave it behind
These demons take control of me
Maybe, I need a shot of self esteem with some kerosene and a match
Cuz I feel at home in the back draft
When it's my last chance
Lately, I need a dose of reality
Cuz I feel at home in the undertow
When it's time to breath
And it's my last chance
In the event that I don't make it out alive
Tell my family I tried
But I just can't take another day in my mind
The bottom of this empty bottle leaves me broken and alone
If I take enough of these white pills, maybe I won't feel sad
Maybe, I need a shot of self esteem with some kerosene and a match
Cuz I feel at home in the back draft
When it's my last chance
Lately, I need a dose of reality
Cuz I feel at home in the undertow
When it's time to breath
And it's my last chance
Tell me everything will be fine
Help me start things over
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Alaspa
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