Afterlife

Dealing with some stuff
Feel like I messed up
Called a friend, tried to tell him again
He didn't say a lot
Just asked how I forgot
Dismissed, quiet violence

It's hard to relate
When all you have to say is
'You seem off
How you doing?
Can we talk?
I think that you've changed
You're not thinking straight'
You say I've 'lost my way'
As if I had it in the first place

What's the point of being right
If all we ever do is talk about the fucking afterlife?
Thanks for all the advice
And everything you miss
While you're proving me wrong

If we're decent
We'll want what's best
Keep on praying and behaving
But what's next?
I'm tired of living on the "right side of history"
I'm tired of living like you ever knew what's best for me

What's the point of being right
If all we ever do is talk about the fucking afterlife?
Thanks for all the advice
And everything you miss
While you're proving me wrong

What's the point
If all we ever do is talk about the fucking afterlife?
Thanks for all the advice
And everything you miss
While you're proving me wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Walter Humber, Julian Dente
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