Chapter - Ribbons

I tried to talk to god but
Couldn't get him on the line
The the devil had my number
And he called me just in time

Ribbons on my arm
Roses on my casket

I tried to talk to god but
Couldn't get him on the line
The the devil had my number
And he called me just in time

Ribbons on my arm
Roses on my casket

Hello?
It's me again it's been a minute
I've been keeping to myself a lot and now its gettin'
To me you've been distant i keep wishin'
That we talked a bit more than we did
I'm sorry for the thing I did you know
The thing we never mention
That's been eatin' me alive
I feel so wicked heartless livid
With myself that I wish I would die
Maybe just a visit
Maybe one more trip
Maybe I will go too far this time
And make it finish
I draw a line
The line is ribbons
I crush a line
On double vision
I stole the night
My head is spinnin'
I called your line
With this weapon
Are you there
Can you hear me now
Do you care
Or should I hang up now

I tried to talk to god but
Couldn't get him on the line
The the devil had my number
And he called me just in time

Ribbons on my arm
Roses on my casket

I tried to talk to god but
Couldn't get him on the line
The the devil had my number
And he called me just in time

Ribbons on my arm
Roses on my casket

The smell of alcohol it lingers fresh
I finger death cause I got bigger things
To sweat like if I grip this Tec
And if my finger took another simple step
I'll simply do my civil duty
Doing things I could regret
I search for purpose I’m hurting
I need the curtains to close
I go to churches in verses
I burst in searching for hope
I’m just a person who’s cursed and
I’m working curving the ghosts
Learning to bury my burdens
By slowly pulling the smoke
Man of religion, a man on a mission
Who plan on a vision consisting of
All of the panic and manic I’m feeling
Has drifted and vanished so I can be
Different and actually stand on my feet
Where I don’t have to mask any feelings, yeah
Wanna be real when they asking how I’m feeling
Death's been lurking searching for me thick and thin
But I keep avoiding him
'Cause this a fight I’m ‘sposed to win
And if you want to point the finger
Pointing back at you is 10
'Cause every time you're thinkin' Lucy’s near,
Relax and understand we’re friends

I tried to talk to god but
Couldn't get him on the line
The the devil had my number
And he called me just in time

Ribbons on my arm
Roses on my casket

I tried to talk to god but
Couldn't get him on the line
The the devil had my number
And he called me just in time

Ribbons on my arm
Roses on my casket

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