In The Dirt

Home state, old paint

Used to shine, now it don't look the same

Slow pace, with a red face

It's 25 outside, don't feel a thing

I take a drink, and I let it burn

'Cause there's a part of me that likes the way it stings, the way it hurts

I don't talk to God, don't think it works

'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt

Wasted all my lies on the four walls that I'd known

And I'm scared of what's to come more than I fear being alone

'Cause every time it's going right, I'm left here on my own

So paint a face, cut the brakes, till your blood starts running cold

I take a drink, and I let it burn

'Cause there's a part of me that likes the way it stings, the way it hurts

I don't talk to God, don't think it works

'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt

Riding on these yellow lines

Speeding up to catch a high

Burning off the rubber on these tires

Looking for a warning sign

That I know damn well I won't find

Tell me, are we living just to die?

I take a drink, I let it burn

'Cause there's a part of me that likes the way it stings, the way it hurts

I don't talk to God, don't think it works

'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt

I don't talk to God, when's it my turn?

'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt

In the dirt

Oh-oh-oh

In the dirt

Oh-oh-oh