Why'M I Closest To Heaven Whenever I'M Going Through Hell
I woke up to what's left of late last night
And poured it down the drain
All my demons sit laughing to themselves
As I swear it off again
My heart's still steady beating, as if I ran a race
My lips miss the feeling, of the whiskeys warm embrace
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Why do I find myself singing
All the songs of praise
When I'm drunk with such emotion
I know I should be ashamed
I ask the Lord please let me
Make it through this night
Before I get to ask the question
We both know I'll lose the fight
So why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
I know the answer lies within me
But how do I take the first step
When I'm sober I tend to find that I
Have no self respect
So I try to drink the pain away
A little at a time
But it's a double edge slide
Right back into the fire
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Why'm I entertaining demons
The same ones that I did, all last week
When will the day ever come
That I'll get back up on my feet
Maybe I've not hit rock bottom
But it just so hard to tell
I'd rather be a man than this hollowed out old shell
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Why'm I closest to Heaven whenever I'm going through hell
Here I am at the kitchen sink again
Pouring out last night's regrets....
Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2018
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