Took a train yesterday far away from everything I love
I could say I’m okay, but the truth is I’m already too fucked up
Bet the little I have, I won’t make it through the next couple months
Scared to death, you’d trade the man I am for the man I was
Do I stand or do I run away?
Do I quit or do I pray?
If I can’t find you, then none of this matters
I called my mom a second time today
She said you’d only give what I can take
And I’ve been lost before
But losing you is a different kind of pain
A different kind of pain (whoa oh)
A different kind of pain (whoa oh)
Without you, only road I’m on leads to early death
So I went strolling through the city I hate
Just tryna clear my head
I found you at the bottom of a bottle, searching for a friend
Hope this time I can keep you for a while before I lose you again
Do I stand or do I run away?
Do I quit or do I pray?
If I can’t find you, then none of this matters
I called my mom a second time today
She said you’d only give what I can take
And I’ve been lost before
But losing you is a different kind of pain
A different kind of pain (whoa oh)
A different kind of pain (whoa oh)
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