Praise & Grief
I sit below all the answers, the things I think need
They float above like bricks just out of reach
And I swear I need them to build a better me.
So I pray they rain down heavy and sweet.
If I could let it go I might move on
But Im stuck in my head again
So when I get what I want it will be the end of me.
I think about all the times I plotted my relief
Luckily I felt that few and far between.
when I talk of dying I feel them judging me.
what do they even know about praise and grief?
If I could let it go I might move on
But Im stuck in my head again
So when I get what I want it will be the end of me.
If you tried you could see, I'm a joke, laugh for me.
Writer/s: Corey Coffman, Tim Riley
