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.