Missing Hell
Out of nowhere I'm just craving cherry pie today
Then suddenly you brought it to my door
I only wish I had refused and then turned you away
You know, you can't buy my affection anymore
I'd say it was delicious if it didn't taste of guilt
A flavor that diminishes all worth
You like to constantly remind me of the life for me you built
As if it's something that I wouldn't trade for dirt
The worst part of healing is forgetting
'Cause you find yourself back in this stupid cycle
You exorcise demons while letting Lord Satan in through the back door
Saying, "Hi, my dear, have you been well?"
And you think about how you miss hell
And you think about how you miss hell
It's ironic how you spoil me with gifts and praise
You always figure out just what I want
You shower me with something almost every day
In the hopes that I'll permit your soul to haunt
I hate it when you used to make me leave my door unlocked
You would tell me that my slender frame looked nice
And even when I told you I was tired, you made me walk
I was hungry and you fed me fucking ice
I've heard people say, I should be glad
Despite the living hell you put me through
I should appreciate the fortune that I had
A fortune that they all trace back to you
The worst part of healing is forgetting
'Cause you find yourself back in this stupid cycle
You exorcise demons while letting Lord Satan in through the back door
Saying, "Hi, my dear, have you been well?"
And you think about how you miss hell
And you think about how you miss hell
Then suddenly you brought it to my door
I only wish I had refused and then turned you away
You know, you can't buy my affection anymore
I'd say it was delicious if it didn't taste of guilt
A flavor that diminishes all worth
You like to constantly remind me of the life for me you built
As if it's something that I wouldn't trade for dirt
The worst part of healing is forgetting
'Cause you find yourself back in this stupid cycle
You exorcise demons while letting Lord Satan in through the back door
Saying, "Hi, my dear, have you been well?"
And you think about how you miss hell
And you think about how you miss hell
It's ironic how you spoil me with gifts and praise
You always figure out just what I want
You shower me with something almost every day
In the hopes that I'll permit your soul to haunt
I hate it when you used to make me leave my door unlocked
You would tell me that my slender frame looked nice
And even when I told you I was tired, you made me walk
I was hungry and you fed me fucking ice
I've heard people say, I should be glad
Despite the living hell you put me through
I should appreciate the fortune that I had
A fortune that they all trace back to you
The worst part of healing is forgetting
'Cause you find yourself back in this stupid cycle
You exorcise demons while letting Lord Satan in through the back door
Saying, "Hi, my dear, have you been well?"
And you think about how you miss hell
And you think about how you miss hell
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Writer(s): Sushi Soucy
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