Don't Wait Up
The curse of an unanswered question
The burden of dying belief
The art of a fake conversation
The fear that you'll die in your sleep
I don't think much about what comes after
About where we go when we die
I'd rather worry about living and trying
To leave a little goodness behind
There ain't no salt at the table
I'm lookin' and I don't see no wine
Pour me whatever's available
Whether it's whiskey or just peace of mind
Maybe I don't need the answer
Maybe I don't need to know
When it comes to the final curtain
I'm certain to go
Where I need to go
Don't wait up for me
No need to hold the door
Keep your memories
They just don't look like me anymore
I don't know what I believe
I hope you still believe in me
Does heaven need hell to be holy
Does the fire sustain it's glory
There's a whole lot of terms and conditions
Just to get a little bit of that free forgiveness
When evil men are seen to be sacred
The wolf has no need for disguise
When love starts to look more like hatred
You've traded the truth
In exchange for the lie
Don't wait up for me
No need to hold the door
Keep your memories
They just don't look like me anymore
Don't wait up for me
No need to hold that door
Keep your memories
They just don't look like me anymore
I don't know what I believe
I hope you still believe in me
The burden of dying belief
The art of a fake conversation
The fear that you'll die in your sleep
I don't think much about what comes after
About where we go when we die
I'd rather worry about living and trying
To leave a little goodness behind
There ain't no salt at the table
I'm lookin' and I don't see no wine
Pour me whatever's available
Whether it's whiskey or just peace of mind
Maybe I don't need the answer
Maybe I don't need to know
When it comes to the final curtain
I'm certain to go
Where I need to go
Don't wait up for me
No need to hold the door
Keep your memories
They just don't look like me anymore
I don't know what I believe
I hope you still believe in me
Does heaven need hell to be holy
Does the fire sustain it's glory
There's a whole lot of terms and conditions
Just to get a little bit of that free forgiveness
When evil men are seen to be sacred
The wolf has no need for disguise
When love starts to look more like hatred
You've traded the truth
In exchange for the lie
Don't wait up for me
No need to hold the door
Keep your memories
They just don't look like me anymore
Don't wait up for me
No need to hold that door
Keep your memories
They just don't look like me anymore
I don't know what I believe
I hope you still believe in me
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Cyr
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