Those Three Things

I grew up in the land of dads getting drunk
In their man cave in the garage
Avoiding their wives, say they've lost the spark
But still ask "what's for dinner tonight?"
She's got "live laugh love" on a plaque in the kitchen
Stitched into all her decor
But she'd never tell you
That she doesn't do those three things anymore

Hell bent on heaven sent
My god we're all looking for something
Grasping at them straws
Take my hand if you want it
Hold on
hold on

Went to church every Sunday
'Cause we were told that's the way to become an upstanding adult
Turns out the married preacher was screwing the youth leader
So I took it with a grain of salt
Headed out to California
Can kind of be a nightmare, we're all living on the same dream
Running low on hopes high, can't look a mirror in the eye
But all we want is to be seen

Hell bent on heaven sent
My god we're all looking for something
Grasping at them straws
Take my hand if you want it
Hold on
hold on

Just saw an instagram post about a man that I know
Took his life over the holiday break
No one knows why, from the outside looked fine
Really makes you think
hold on
hold on