Playing on train tracks 2 Lyrics
1
If I find out heaven exist, when I’ve die
I’ll bang on the gates, demanding they let me inside
I know if your death’s your fault, you get denied
But Father, I didn’t jump, I just stood on the cliff side
I’m cutting cords, praying one’s alive wire
And attending gunfights, hoping for a misfire
I say I seek danger for the songs that it inspires
And that may be true, but I am known to be a liar
2
In the meantime, I’ll capatalize on the fact
That every plan I make is just death’s fallback
So buy my depression as a paperback
Titled soem shit ’bout Playing On Train Tracks
I’m cutting cords, praying one’s alive wire
And attending gunfights, hoping for a misfire
I say I seek danger for the songs that it inspires
And that may be true, but I am known to be a liar
3
And I’m made of gasoline, but I’m looking for lighters
‘Cause theres something nice about being on fire
If it’s risky, then it’s something I desire
‘Cause I function best when everything is dire
I’m yearning for my past
But it never lasts
So I find solace in these tracks
With a comforting chance of crash
I’m yearning for my past
But it never lasts
So I find solace in these tracks
With a comforting chance of crash
With a comforting chance of crash
With a comforting chance of crash
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