Going to Hell

Used to have days where I'd rather be dead
Nowadays I'd just rather lay in bed
Tell me stories about all the pain you've felt
And maybe I'll relate to something, I can't really tell you

I'll try my best to help
But i can't guarantee anything
I'll walk my lane to hell
And maybe I'll run into you down there
Could you tell me where the drinks are
And the throne that I need to kneel to
Could you walk me to the lone star
That I pray to hoping I can get a redo

Maybe god is real
I don't really know
I am just a soulless body
Maybe I can feel
Something other than the anxiety
I've been growing up with

Life is looking up for me
I'm trying everything I can to be
Something I can be proud of
And i hope that don't end up where I think I will

I'll try my best to help
But i can't guarantee anything
I'll walk my lane to hell
And maybe I'll run into you down there
Could you tell me where the gas is
And the cigs, do you happen to know all the prices
Cause I don't have much
But I'd do anything for the taste of a menthol
Could you tell me where the drinks are
And the throne that i need to kneel to
Could you walk me to the lone star
That i pray to hoping i can get a redo

Maybe god is real
I don't really know
I am just a soulless body
Maybe I can feel
Something other than the anxiety
I've been growing up with



Credits
Writer(s): Fidel Vasquez
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