playing on train tracks

If I find out heaven exists when I've died
I'll bang on the gates, demanding they let me inside
I know if your death's your fault then you get denied
But Father, I didn't jump, I just stood on the cliff side

I'm cutting cords, praying one's a live wire
And attending gunfights hoping for a misfire
I say I seek danger for the songs that it inspires
And that may be true but I am known to be a liar

In the meantime, I'll capitalize on the fact
That every plan I make is just death's fallback
So buy my depression as a paperback
Titled some shit 'bout playing on train tracks

I'm cutting cords, praying one's a live wire
And attending gunfights hoping for a misfire
I say I seek danger for the songs that it inspires
And that may be true but I am known to be a liar

And I'm made of gasoline but I'm looking for lighters
Cause there's something nice about being on fire
If it's risky then it's something I desire
Cause I function best when everything is dire



Credits
Writer(s): Maya Desrochers
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