To The Stars
I'm leaving now
To the stars
It's loaded now
I'll do it in the yard
Wait
Follow me
To the place where you will see
Your hypocrisy
We're both stuck in this
Come and take a drink with me
Drown your mind
My adversary
Forgot your face
Still kept the scars
I'm sober now
It feels bizarre
Memories haunting me
Now you're thinking
Hear me out
Come fade away with me
We'll go together
My own worst enemy
We all die alone
No matter the life
Voices call me home
The end of all that I know
Clinging to the memories
Those we cherish
Mourning so painful
Intoxicated reverie
Self-preservation's slavery
Free me to go home
Go home
It's loaded
Say goodnight
Lost the fight
Worthless shell of shit
You call a man
Pictures on fixtures
Hold up ideas of who I am
Hold up ideas of who I am
Clinging to the memories
Those we cherish
Mourning so painful
Intoxicated reverie
Self-preservation's slavery
Free me to go home
Make sure to point it at an angle
Your mom would want an open casket
Maybe the car in the garage
That might be the way to go
End this nightmare
Where did my peace go?
I once had found it
But now I've gone and let it go
I'm not worth it
I promise you I'm not
So let me do this
Please just let me go home
To the stars
It's loaded now
I'll do it in the yard
Wait
Follow me
To the place where you will see
Your hypocrisy
We're both stuck in this
Come and take a drink with me
Drown your mind
My adversary
Forgot your face
Still kept the scars
I'm sober now
It feels bizarre
Memories haunting me
Now you're thinking
Hear me out
Come fade away with me
We'll go together
My own worst enemy
We all die alone
No matter the life
Voices call me home
The end of all that I know
Clinging to the memories
Those we cherish
Mourning so painful
Intoxicated reverie
Self-preservation's slavery
Free me to go home
Go home
It's loaded
Say goodnight
Lost the fight
Worthless shell of shit
You call a man
Pictures on fixtures
Hold up ideas of who I am
Hold up ideas of who I am
Clinging to the memories
Those we cherish
Mourning so painful
Intoxicated reverie
Self-preservation's slavery
Free me to go home
Make sure to point it at an angle
Your mom would want an open casket
Maybe the car in the garage
That might be the way to go
End this nightmare
Where did my peace go?
I once had found it
But now I've gone and let it go
I'm not worth it
I promise you I'm not
So let me do this
Please just let me go home
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Writer(s): Andrew Goode
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