Can I Exist
David Butler, Matthew Brue
Home is where they say the heart is
Mine's buried in the yard
Hell's a place they say is for sinners
I'll be the man in charge
(But how) can I exist?
Within the midst of this?
(But how) can I admit?
That I would quit on you?
I wrote God a simple letter
Still haven't heard from him
I must have really messed up this time
Shit must have hit the fan
(But how) can I exist?
Within the midst of this?
(But how) can I admit?
That I would quit on you?
(But how) can I exist?
Within the midst of this?
(But how) can I admit?
That I would quit on you?
(But)
(But how) can I admit?
That I would quit on you?
