Josiah Leming Fan Club

Tell me, if I come do i ever get to go?
Or will you just break down and cry
God bless your soul
When everbody sees we're growing cold
But you don't know
That lately, i've been unable to hold down all the air
And i know i always swore i'd never swear
But i'm growing so damn tired of getting old
And getting cold, God bless my soul
All my friends are telling me
Everything that i could be
And i just smile, but secretly
I think i'm starting to believe
I'm gonna make it out of here
Give me intoxication over sobriety
Give me proof of everything that you believe
I really don't appreciate you preaching to me
Can't you see?
Oh, you'll see that i'm more that just a waste of given space
Or a rejection of your offer of some grace
Cause i know that there's a time and there's a place for me
And i can see
That all my friends are telling me
Everything that i should…