On our way down
Feel this is just our way out
On a weekday
Well this is just how it ends
Please speak at my birthday, wedding, funeral
Feel like you never did before
Yeah now she's on the phone
I left her all alone
And this is on myself
I left her all alone
And this is on myself
And this is on myself
Think it's alright
Yet he drinks himself to death
All the sorrow
I know I'm featherweight champ
Please speak at my birthday, wedding, funeral
Feel like you never did before
Been weighing on my soul
To be left all alone
Been weighing on my soul
To be left all alone
And this is on myself
And this is on myself
On our way down
Feel this is just our way out
