The Afterlife

I should die in your arms right now, right now I should die in your arms right now Cuz you wont love me in the morning I see the angels falling into skies I wonder if they'll pass me by I pray I dream of you tonight Before I reach the afterlife I'm a mess yeah, I'm a f*ck up Oh my last one? I can't trust her I'm a mess yeah, I'm a f*ck up But the first one? I still love her It's been like ten damn years and you just showed up And I know you got a man but you still got love I'm just trying to take back all the things I've done Now you're all in my head, momma knew you were the one But reality sets in like two broken pieces I text you less and you can't believe it Cuz last night we talked in replace of sleeping I made a promise but now I don't keep it OKAY Baby girl I get it So maybe we should go ahead it I'm talking over dose, a silver spoon sedative Oh why the f*ck would you ever want to let me in Cuz you wont love me in the morning We move like patterns, cyclic like Saturn I did you dirty but you got the last turn Amidst the chatter, we found an after Void of our love, joy, growth, and laughter Melodies off but the heartbreak remains And I loop all the love you once had in your dreams We might work this out, but it wont be the same Let's Netflix and chill until we blow out our brains Cuz you wont love me in the morning