Sweet Death

There's always nowhere to go
There's always just enough money for drugs
That make us think we know the people best for us

There's always time for a blunt
We're always sitting in a parking lot
We seem to think it's fun to laugh at all the shit that's left for us til death

So we're running faster with our cigarettes in hand
Did you Instagram that?
Can you see that I don't care?

Bring me closer to you, sweet death
Clear my muddled head, sweet death

There's always just what I want until you're not there
What brings you back to us has always been in my head
There's always dinner with mom as she looks in disappointment at your new tattooed arm
And she hopes that you'll hold on til death

Cause we're running faster with our cigarettes in hand
Did you Instagram that?
Can you see that I don't care?

Bring me closer to you, sweet death
Clear my muddled head, sweet death