The Road to Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions

I am paralyzed with fear that time is running out
Every time I cross the street, someone's bound to hit me
Mary says that I'm just paranoid and it's the meds
And I just need a bigger pill to swallow

The road to hell is paved with good intentions
But I will bear the incidence of blame
I have failed and now this is my pension
Every day is exactly the same

I cannot discern what is real anymore
Did I really have that dream? Did you say you're leaving?
What is left of me is such a bitch to reconcile
So I will find a bigger pill to swallow

The road to hell is paved with good intentions
Dream it big; regardless, you will die
The plate is cold and left out in the kitchen
Every day is exactly the same

Every day is exactly the same

I resolve to a be better man when this is done
I threw away the pills today, I don't need the bottle
Mary hasn't spoken in at least a hundred days
The vertigo is slowing to a halt

The road to hell is paved with good intentions
But I will bear the incidence of blame
I have failed and now this is my pension
Every day is exactly the same



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Wilmoth
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