From Bad to Worse
If I've learned anything about love
It's that we build each other up, just enough
To survive the fall when it comes to an end
Without the strength of a heart still broken
I recall a time you were so near
But so distant you weren't even here
There was a time when this old heart
Wasn't so fractured and falling apart
Well I've been lost and I've been found
But I still look up to the clouds
They talk of joy in halls of church
Then why does it feel like life's a curse
My best still ends up riding in a hearse
It always seems to go from bad to worse
We leave each other so hollow
Never returning what we borrow
Too many lives for superheroes to fix
I need some soul shine, and a bottle of Vicks
Trudging on through the same way
The color outside slowly turns gray
Too much congestion in our days
Trying to breathe but I drown in waves
Chocking on fumes and ashes in the wake
Of wrong turns and the choices I make
They talk of joy in halls of church
Then why does it feel like life's a curse
My best still ends up riding in a hearse
It always seems to go from bad to worse
They talk of joy in halls of church
Then why does it feel like life's a curse
My best still ends up riding in a hearse
It always seems to go from bad to worse
It always seems to go from bad to worse
From bad to worse
It's that we build each other up, just enough
To survive the fall when it comes to an end
Without the strength of a heart still broken
I recall a time you were so near
But so distant you weren't even here
There was a time when this old heart
Wasn't so fractured and falling apart
Well I've been lost and I've been found
But I still look up to the clouds
They talk of joy in halls of church
Then why does it feel like life's a curse
My best still ends up riding in a hearse
It always seems to go from bad to worse
We leave each other so hollow
Never returning what we borrow
Too many lives for superheroes to fix
I need some soul shine, and a bottle of Vicks
Trudging on through the same way
The color outside slowly turns gray
Too much congestion in our days
Trying to breathe but I drown in waves
Chocking on fumes and ashes in the wake
Of wrong turns and the choices I make
They talk of joy in halls of church
Then why does it feel like life's a curse
My best still ends up riding in a hearse
It always seems to go from bad to worse
They talk of joy in halls of church
Then why does it feel like life's a curse
My best still ends up riding in a hearse
It always seems to go from bad to worse
It always seems to go from bad to worse
From bad to worse
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Writer(s): Andrew Lautzenheiser
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