The Garden - Briston Maroney

I’ve been throwing stones at your window

Praying hard the wind might blow me through, blow me through

Talking 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

The devil made a call from a payphone stall, telling me not to talk to you

If you look close you can tell those doing best ain’t doing well

Putting your demons up on the shelf only gives them time to themselves

I dropped my worries in a wishing well, never hit the bottom far as I can tell

The preacher’s writing prayers that 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

The devil makes a call from a payphone stall, telling me not to see this through

This life’s a test, infinite jest

This pain that sits inside my chest, echos 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

Scream until there’s nothing left, there’s nothingness, there’s nothing less

Than people hanging in suspense

Sins that they could not confess

No we can’t go on like this

But the devil needs his witnesses

My zealous overconfidence

It looked so nice inside my head

It’s 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

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