Heaven

I wonder if my girlfriend knows that her man's cheating And if I told her, would she pack her bags and leave me And if my mistress knew it was a sin whenever we kiss Would she leave me all alone, call me on the phone and ask if she ever meant shit I'm stressing out cause I'm living wrong but it feels right And I'm having trouble understanding that what used to be just music is my real life I remember when I was a kid and this all seemed so sweet And everything that gives me hell used to sound like heaven to me It used to sound like heaven to me It used to sound like heaven to me It used to sound like heaven to me Now it's only hell I see Pop another pill, pour another shot, try and write a fucking song that sells Smoke another L, take it to the bar, looking for a fucking story to tell Maybe it's the city, maybe it's the women, we were jaded when we got here It's a process for a man trying to progress when the answer's not clear And it's hard to find the words when you feel like you have to They all say that there's no way but who the fuck even asked you? I remember when I was a kid and this all seemed so sweet And everything that gives me hell used to sound like heaven to me Now all we're left with is a clear path to the exit Our habits turned to addictions but we tell our family not to stress it It's not a big deal, honestly we just need something to believe in If I'm dead and gone in the morning then I had no problems leavin' There comes a time where the only word on your mind is more Nothing feels real, spilling all your pills, say goodnight on the bathroom floor I remember when I was a kid and this all seemed so sweet And everything that gives me hell used to sound like heaven to me