Lyrics

She has the nerve to leave me stranded
Planned it
Prove it
Move with me
We have to bury every body
Hotel
Lobby
Close to 3

I could have made it home alone
I should have hung up the phone
I could have made it home alone

Could have been a savior
But God don't settle me down
The problem with the patience
It doesn't make a sound

She has the nerve to leave me plastered
Social
Stature
Disaster me
Was a burning body
Hotel
Lobby
Close to 3

I could have made it home alone
I should have hung up the phone
I could have made it home alone

Could have been a savior
But God don't settle me down
The problem with the patience
It doesn't make a sound
Sell it
Sell it

Structures, falling down
Sucked into the underground
No one knows the life we've found
Tempted
Warranting
All this senseless shit that seems to stick to me
Let's spread the seed

Structures, falling down
Sucked into the underground
No one knows the life we've found

Structures, falling down
Sucked into the underground
No one knows the life we've found
Tempted
Warranting
All this senseless shit that seems to stick to me
Let's spread the seed

Structures, falling down
Sucked into the underground
No one knows the life we've found

Could have been a savior
But God don't settle me down
The problem with the patience
It doesn't make a sound
Sell it
Sell it