Hey bro, this is your future you

I think Hell is a place in Ohio where the walls are thin

And the white skinned wasps are circlin' again

You said that girl was pushin' you out

And the girl in the pictures was draggin' you down

All your lies like silken weaves

Behind my back again

Oh, oh

There's something in the smile of a well, true man

Red string 'round the fingers tied behind his back

Mouth full of pennies and a fist full of blood

He's blurrin' the boundaries of our love with your eyes swelled shut

Am I underneath your skin again?

Oh

And I'm sick as the mind of a tuckered man with a kind disposition and wanderin' hands

When I close my eyes, I almost see it, your restless evenings

Melatonin, you're so scared of gettin' everything you wanted, you wanted

Just know that I'll never want you but I'll never go away

And I hope my innocence haunts you

Well, you're burnin' at the stake in Hell, Hell, Ohio

Hell, Hell, Ohio