Guilt Trip

Still in love with the same girl Still at war with the same world Til the gallows my dear Heard it was nice this time of year Deep down south I was born to fear To the devil my dear White curtains white walls Morphine and fentanyl Hell in a hospital Drowning in a lake of fire flames are gonna take me higher Higher than I've ever been never coming down again Sitting waiting hoping that I'm fine Don't believe those thoughts that cross your mind I think I'm running out of time How long before I'm just another name on a stone Buried by my best friend how can I blame him It was just his time to go home Cause I've been there with a gun to my head Thought that you'd be better off if I left I know that it was all bull shit I felt bad and just dope sick We were both sick Sitting waiting hoping that I'm fine Don't believe those thoughts that cross your mind I think I've been there with a gun to my head You'd be better off if I left I know that it was all bull shit I felt bad and just dope sick We were both sick