hundred yard feeling

One day I won't make it home for Christmas And if I'm not here, fill my stocking babe You're not the one making the decisions You shouldn't keep an eye on things And I Like, I wasted my life On things that I couldn't keep a hold of I think its best that I couldn't keep control of You understand me? Did your love mean nothing? Broke ties for nothing Broke arms from fussing Arguing over dumb shit Things that you had enough of Everything was a once was Conversations to start from A lot of you shouldn't ask It's a bad question Hold my feelings in a glass It's a bad suggestion A lot of feelings done passed in the wrong direction We could advise that you hold it at your own discretion You might've advised me but you never even got my blessing You used my own feelings against me, I'm not a weapon Karma's a bitch and it'll bite you when you least expect it So know that one day it'll find you and you will get it One day I won't make it home for Christmas And if I'm not here, fill my stocking babe You're not the one making the decisions You should've kept an eye on me And I Like, I wasted my life On things that I couldn't keep a hold of I think its best that I couldn't keep control of I know I shouldn't have wasted my life On everything that has only taken toll on me I only wish I had control of it You know One day I won't make it home for Christmas Can you fill my stocking babe? Believe me, when I call out for Jesus Baby, please don't lie on Jesus name