A Letter To The Me That Died ft. verism rip Lyrics

Doo wop

Juke box in the Sycamore

I was sickened by the concept of living more

Asking what's the point of even going fucking living for

I was empty but filled up by the reefer

Smoking every night like it was standard procedure

Hard to find me sober

Even harder to be around

The concept of empty lungs

Was something I wasn't (down)

For

And now I'm on the ground floor

Wishing at the top

Looking down like what's the ground for

What's the ground for

When you wanna keep flying

Wanna maintain the high

Yeah you wanna keep dying

Wanna tear up your body limb from limb

Takin chances at the devil sin by sin

You pray for peace

But the devil fuckin wins again

And the cycle repeats

And you fucking sin again

When again

Was the last time you spent

Some sacred time with your own fam and friends

Starving yourself like you're in a famine man

Starving your love cuz you ain't a family man

Fill up with drugs

Let 'em know you're relapsin'

And you sink into your body

When it's relaxing

Just like you sunk into your body

When it collapsed in

And then the issues with your health

Started amassing

You fall apart

And you're right back to the start

T he only thing that got you through it

Was the fact that your heart

It gave up

And made you look like a failure

Yet you have a piece of mind that still

Endorses this behavior

What the fuck is going on in your head

Do you wanna be a hero cuz your heroes are dead?

Always in the immediate aftermath

There is profound hope that it'll be okay no matter what

And that stayed the same until you got out