If you make it out alive

I thought you might hate me now
I’d been sleeping at her house
But you just stroked my stupid hair
And then pretend you never cared

Back when you were 23
I thought you might die with me
And God was there but he was silent
There’s more to life than fucking and crying

I hate when you speak like that
I just want my childhood back
One deep breathe, you’re not even trying
There’s more to life than fucking and crying

I think about your body sometimes
I think I wanna ruin your life
Alright
Yeah I could use some violence sometimes
You said you wanted me to grip tighter one night
What night?

I can be surprising at times
I think you thought that I was nicer in your mind
Did you believe me?
Did you believe me?