The Garden

I've been throwing stones at your window
 Playin' hard, the wind might blow me through
 Blow me through
 Talkin' to the friends that I don't have
 Why am I surprised, they got no clue
 Got no clue
 If there is such thing as a heaven
 I just pray to God that I get there soon
 
 Devil made a call from a payphone stall
 Telling me not to talk to you
 If you look close, you can tell
 Those doin' best ain't doin' well
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 Puttin' your demons up on the shelf
 Only gives them time to themselves
 
 I drop my worries in a wishing well
 Never hit the bottom, far as I can tell
 
 Precher's writing prayers, he thinks might sell
 Never found peace in holy hell
 If there is such thing as a heaven
 I just pray to God that I get there soon
 
 Devil makes a call from a payphone stall
 Telling me not to see this through
 
 This life's a test, infinite jest
 The pain that sits inside my chest
 Echoes into emptiness
 And I sell my soul for a million dollars
 Jesus Christ, my heart's a mess
 But ain't that why you love me best?
 Screamin' until there's nothing left
 This nothingness is nothing less
 Than people hangin' in suspense
 Sins that they could not confess
 No, we can't go on like this
 The devil needs his witnesses
 My zealous overconfidence
 It looked so nice inside my head
 Something that I cannot fix
 But baby, that's not mine to give away
 That's not mine to give away
 That's not mine to give away
 That's not mine to give away