Afterlife

Dealing with some stuff Feel like I messed up Called a friend, tried to tell him again He didn’t say a lot Just asked how I forgot Dismissed, quiet violence It’s hard to relate When all you have to say is ‘You seem off How you doing? Can we talk? I think that you’ve changed You’re not thinking straight’ You say I’ve ‘lost my way’ As if I had it in the first place What’s the point of being right If all we ever do is talk about the fucking afterlife? Thanks for all the advice And everything you miss while you’re proving me wrong If we’re decent, we’ll want what’s best Keep on praying and behaving But what’s next? I’m tired of living on the “right side of history” I’m tired of living like you ever knew what’s best for me What’s the point of being right If all we ever do is talk about the fucking afterlife? Thanks for all the advice And everything you miss while you’re proving me wrong. What’s the point of being right If all we ever do is talk about the fucking afterlife? Thanks for all the advice And everything you miss while you’re proving me wrong