Dearly Departed
I thought I saw you standin' in a Trader Joe's parkin' lot
Don't know why, but I froze right there, right on the spot
Thought there was no way, you were comin' back today
But it was just some random lady sayin', "Dude, get out the way"
I wanna wife, I wanna die
I wanna kiss a lovely guy
I wanna say that to my dad
And not have him roll his eyes
Don't wanna think, I better drink
It didn't work, yeah, well, we'll see
If I ever really need belief when
I've got a friendly burnin' sea in my chest
I'm the hole
Now I'm detached
And so it goes again
Wastin' all my money on wasted days in a wasted life
I'm turnin' in, not givin' up
I just don't know how to get it right
You piece of shit, look what you did
How'd we end up here again?
Listenin' to critical role in the corner of a bar without a friend
I'm okay, I'm doin' great
I'm doin' fine, yeah, why'd you ask?
No, my hands are not shaky
I swear they've always been like that
Don't wanna feel, ain't tryna think
It's simple, Sam, just take a stop
I can't believe that I was made
Just to struggle alone with belief in my thoughts
What's the point?
Fill this shit up, I'm callin' me these days
Don't know why, but I froze right there, right on the spot
Thought there was no way, you were comin' back today
But it was just some random lady sayin', "Dude, get out the way"
I wanna wife, I wanna die
I wanna kiss a lovely guy
I wanna say that to my dad
And not have him roll his eyes
Don't wanna think, I better drink
It didn't work, yeah, well, we'll see
If I ever really need belief when
I've got a friendly burnin' sea in my chest
I'm the hole
Now I'm detached
And so it goes again
Wastin' all my money on wasted days in a wasted life
I'm turnin' in, not givin' up
I just don't know how to get it right
You piece of shit, look what you did
How'd we end up here again?
Listenin' to critical role in the corner of a bar without a friend
I'm okay, I'm doin' great
I'm doin' fine, yeah, why'd you ask?
No, my hands are not shaky
I swear they've always been like that
Don't wanna feel, ain't tryna think
It's simple, Sam, just take a stop
I can't believe that I was made
Just to struggle alone with belief in my thoughts
What's the point?
Fill this shit up, I'm callin' me these days
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Writer(s): Samuel Tucker Young
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