Eventual Hell

Finding loss is becoming your new gain

One more time we’ll drag up more of the old same

A list of names that used to surround you

Now just faces in the street, to afraid to look up, let alone meet

You are older now than younger when:

“Stay up for three days with all of your friends”

You’re holding out

You slowly moved around, but not on

Never admit that it was something you’d done

Common sense kicks in, you grow tired

Waiting for truth to spill out of a liar

I listen to the bottle, I listen to the doubt

Hold on to the thoughts in your head ‘cause they’re gonna fall out

The lick of flames that you let surround you

Eventual hell coming home to me

Locked up in my own head with nothing but me

You are younger now than older when:

Paralysed for three days with none of your friends

You’re holding out

You slowly moved around, but not on

Never admitting it was something you’d done

Common sense kicks in, you grow tired

Waiting for truth to spill out of a liar

Rip the stitch as you sew up your fear

Hearing thoughts that you only want to hear

Talking shit to people you can’t bare

Richer kids that never have to care

You slowly moved around, but not on

Never admit that it was something you’d done

Common sense kicks in, you grow tired

Waiting for truth to spill out of a liar