Can't do love cuz I get too attached Phones get broke Whips get trashed Paraphrasing lines so they feel like a match Lost in this **** like I just found a hatch Drinking with Desmond, arguing with Jack Sending prayers to my God, begging to go back I get dealt bad cards, so I draw from the stack I put all my chips on red The ball fell on black I guess it's better if this happens to me Rather than my father, rather than my G All I really need is some courage and some peace But my God's got that, by the bucket from what I can see Some times I feel like I should just run Maybe I should flee Cuz I'll never be able to love you If I don't love me.