The Garden

I've been throwing stones at your window Playin' hard, the wind might blow me through Blow me through Talkin' to the friends that I don't have Why am I surprised, they got no clue Got no clue If there is such thing as a heaven I just pray to God that I get there soon Devil made a call from a payphone stall Telling me not to talk to you If you look close, you can tell Those doin' best ain't doin' well Puttin' your demons up on the shelf Only gives them time to themselves I drop my worries in a wishing well Never hit the bottom, far as I can tell Precher's writing prayers, he thinks might sell Never found peace in holy hell If there is such thing as a heaven I just pray to God that I get there soon Devil makes a call from a payphone stall Telling me not to see this through This life's a test, infinite jest The pain that sits inside my chest Echoes into emptiness And I sell my soul for a million dollars Jesus Christ, my heart's a mess But ain't that why you love me best? Screamin' until there's nothing left This nothingness is nothing less Than people hangin' in suspense Sins that they could not confess No, we can't go on like this The devil needs his witnesses My zealous overconfidence It looked so nice inside my head Something that I cannot fix But baby, that's not mine to give away That's not mine to give away That's not mine to give away That's not mine to give away