Composer : Clayton Roney/Brady Ponder
There's a home for the devil in my head
I miss you in my bed
You were here when I went to sleep
Checked the porch and the kitchen
You say that you miss him
You said that you'd be home by 3
It's 5:15 nowhere to be seen
I'm busy checking ditches on the side of the street
Panic rising
Phone finally rings
I can't hear your reasons over my own screams
I can't hear a thing
Feel the anger in me
And pray that it passes
You say that you won't be Queen of the ashes
So I call a shrink that I saw on TV
Now my name's on a list
'Bout 3 months and he'll see me
I'll find your feet and i'll see you there
He looks like me, act like I don't care
But that's just depression
There's no way to fix it
This feels like obsession
It feels like a sickness
It feels like a sickness
I've got nothing to prove
You've got nothing to share
I would say that I love you if I thought you would care
But i'm a rare one
You said that you saw that
Then i'd hit you up and you won't even call back
It's whatever
Still wasting my time tryna keep it together
Whatever
Sick of feeling sick i'm always under the weather
Feel the anger in me
And pray that it passes
You say that you won't be Queen of the ashes
So I call a shrink that I saw on TV
Now my name's on a list
'Bout 3 months and he'll see me
I'll find your feet and i'll see you there
He looks like me, act like I don't care
But that's just depression
There's no way to fix it
This feels like obsession
It feels like a sickness
It feels like a sickness
I was just thinking
I was just thinking
That I can't wait for you to come back home
(Fall to the floor
Hold my hands to my face
You're just wasting your time
I'm just taking up space)
I can't wait for you to come back home
(I saw the sky
Is there anything there?
I'm done wondering why you don't f**king care)
But I know that you're never coming home
(Fall to the floor
Hold my hands to my face
You're just wasting your time)
I'm just taking up space
