I haven't been sober, I'm going through hell

You never said a god damn word, you couldn't tell

Yeah, you were right about me, I hide it so well

And I stopped wearing my seatbelt when I drive

And I'm praying for an accident

I'm praying for an accident

Keep on praying for an accident

And I could be like Tristan

And I could become Christian

But I'm afraid they would see right through my facade

Another man who's never seen god in anything, god in anything

A poor, unfortunate soul using these vices to fill the void

And make myself feel whole again

A desperate twenty-something in the middle of a mid-life crisis

What's the point to life like this? There isn't one

So just let it go

And I stopped wearing my seatbelt when I drive

And now I'm praying for an accident

I'm praying for an accident

Keep on praying for an accident

I'm praying for an accident

I'm praying for an accident

And I could be like Tristan (I'm praying for an accident)

And I could become Christian (I'm praying for an accident)

But I'm afraid they would see right through my facade (I'm praying for an accident)

Another man who's never felt god in anything, god in anything (I'm praying for an accident)

'And I don't think that you'll ever know what it's like

To want to steer your car into oncoming traffic every morning at eight a.m

And I hope to god you never know what it's like

To lay in bed each night and wish you had

I wish I had, I wish I had, I wish I had