Denial And Grief Lyrics

Smoke a cigarette to take off the edge

Feel like I might not make it to the end

I need your love, so where have you been?

Drugs and alcohol now that's my type of sin

I'm struggling with grieving; I'm fighting it out

I'm denying that you're gone, so I scream, and I shout

I'm laying in your bed, I'm in your house

But you're not here, you're six feet under the ground

Under the ground

Under the ground

You passed away on my birthday, that shit tore me to pieces

You said that it was okay but where does that leave me then?

If everything was okay, you'd still be by my side

So, if everything was okay, you'd still be alive

But that's not the case and this not the place to commit suicide

I want to die at that same tree where some god took your fucking life

I want to go back to the old days where everything I did was right

I cannot stand this fucking pressure; I think I'm failing by design

I think I might hate everybody, they just all want to waste my time

And it's a problem I admit it but I cannot fucking fix it

So, I might just have to ditch it and I might just quit the bitching

I don't allow it, I dismiss it, but this pain I got is winning

I will go if she permits it, I think it's time to pay my visit

To JJ, cause man I miss her lately

So, tell me if you need me

Cause I'm gone next year from the same thing

Fuck this baby, want to fight back

I want to get on the right track

Concentrate on the sidetrack

Keep it going but I'm tied back

Addict to the drugs that took you

So, I sit here, feel like a damn fool

But I know that the future bright boo

Keep it going got to push through

There ain't no way back from this shit now

I'm on one bae, better get down

Imma cause a big scene in this damn town

Better yet girl I'm gonna get loud

Let it run

Let it run

Let it run

Smoke a cigarette to take off the edge

Feel like I might not make it to the end

I need your love, so where have you been?

Drugs and alcohol now that's my type of sin

Smoke a cigarette to take off the edge

Feel like I might not make it to the end

I need your love, so where have you been?

Drugs and alcohol now that's my type of sin

I'm struggling with grieving; I'm fighting it out

I'm denying that you're gone, so I scream, and I shout

I'm laying in your bed, I'm in your house

But you're not here, you're six feet under the ground