Afterlife

Where do we go?
Oh
In the middle? Or

There's heaven and hell, and I'll bid you farewell
But you gotta go see what this life's gonna be

Without you
Are you in the middle? No

I just want you to wait, we can go on a date
Choose the time I'll pick the place

Wasn't meant to be

Without our love, our
Existence is no much more than
Being, dead. Benign death

Sweet afterlife will, succumb our doubts, and leave us
Being dead, begin death

What the hell is wrong with you? (What the hell)
Why you waking me up, orthodoxical (I don't know)

I don't know what is possible
All I know that your father could
Wish you won one of me

You could see me, with that energy
Got no night light, shine bright, just being next to me

On the return, sweet burn, crumble to the ground
If we die tonight, make it right, worthwhile, I'm all alright

Love the flame (I love it)

I love the sparkle in your eyes, when your sat up next to me
Don't take it away from me, now

And I know it completes your set to make me feel so worthless, so wet
In the rain, when you threw me out, don't shut me out

I wish we could make things work again
Meet you in the rain to make amends

Trip and fall at night, no need to swim (Go, go, go, go)

And I know you cannot pay your rent (Go, go, go, go)

Some can say I come off ignorant

I say I choose to, peaceful over stress

Our time is short- no need for stress

We'll all be dead, uh, all in the end

Where do we go?
Oh
In the middle? Or

There's heaven and hell, and I'll bid you farewell
But you gotta go see what this life's gonna be

Without me
Am I in the middle? No

I just want you to wait, we can go on a date
Choose the time I'll pick the place

Wasn't meant to be

Without our love, our
Existence is no much more than
Being, dead. Benign death

Sweet afterlife will, succumb our doubts, and leave us
Being dead, begin death

There's heaven and hell, and I'll bid you farewell
But you gotta go see what this life's gonna be

Without me
Am I in the middle? No

I just want you to wait, we can go on a date
Choose the time I'll pick the place

Wasn't meant to be

Without our love, our
Existence is no much more than
Being, dead. Benign death
Sweet afterlife will, succumb our doubts, and leave us
Being dead, begin death



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