| This last week
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| I slept 8 hours total, I barely sleep
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| Maybe that’s why I’ve been weak
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| The same things that plague you still plaguing me
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| God called you to fulfill a vacancy
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| I tried to see why it wasn’t me
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| So I didn’t show up to your funeral
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| But I showed up to your house
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| And I didn’t move a muscle
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| I was quiet as a mouse
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| And I swore I saw you in there
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| But I was looking at myself
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| I’m placing bets against myself
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| And honestly I’m a mess
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| With the car engulfed in flames
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| I am a wreck
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| Things I should have said through call or text
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| I’ve just really been so busy and I regret
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| Cause if there’s no rest for the wicked
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| I’m as evil as it gets
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| So I didn’t show up to your funeral
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| But I showed up to your house
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| And I didn’t move a muscle
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| I was quiet as a mouse
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| And I swore I saw you in there
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| But I was looking at myself
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| So when you show up to my funeral
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| Will you be wearing white or black?
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| And I know the force is in you
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| It’s the energy I lack
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| So if there’s a race to heaven
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| I will surely come in last
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| And if there’s a race to heaven
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| I will always come in last |