During The War

It’s all unpredictable. To last I am capable. Yes we’re compatible. We go hand to hand I fight for you and feelings I have I combat them too. 

I don’t use smoke as a crutch. I don’t know where to run so I stay in touch with a blunt while missing your touch. It’s game time when as the clock tick down this comes in the clutch. 
And as I blow the smoke out I think about you leaving me for good but I can’t say much. 

Inhale then exhale. I’m in hell because me and my ex failed. I want her back, it’s a prison without her I’ll post bail. And as the this smoke blow out I can see my fears expel. 

I believe in you what are your beliefs. Dig past my chest, you see a heart beneath. It’s not doing well, but oh well you can’t believe in something you can’t see. And I pray to the lord every night thinking why can’t I hear him when he speak. 

I’ll kiss my cross hanging on my neck. Gun in my hands thinking shots can get fired yet. Sometimes it feels like I’m the losing side yes. I just swallow pride, run and hide cause even then I’d rather die at my best.