The Game

I pour a cup of coffee every morning

And have a sit and stare a while at her empty chair

She up and threw away without a warning

Oh, I wish to God, my baby was still here

Fentanyl, you don't know their names

You don't pick the players, you're just the game

And when the users lose, they lose everything

Then they go to Heaven and we go insane

I wonder what you'd say if you could speak

Would you whisper, "Don't place that bet, just walk away"?

Would you tell us, "Your hand is holding all the aces"?

Would you scream, "Hold on to your hearts, they're slipping away"?

Oh, Fentanyl, you don't know their names

You don't pick the players, you're just the game

And when the users lose, they lose everything

Then they go to Heaven, and we go insane

Oh. Lord

Fentanyl, you don't know their names

You don't pick the players, you're just the game

And when the users lose, they lose everything

Then they go to Heaven, and we go insane

I pour a cup of coffee every morning

And have a sit and stare a while at her empty chair