Way They Should

Hey mama, can I call, I need to come back home

The place I'm at ain't working, and they left me all alone

My calloused hands are burning, and my six string got no strings

The version of me that I wanna be is only in my dreams

My heart is like a shipwreck, it's been hit by a thousand waves

A bottle of Jack a pack and a half gets me through my days

the feeling of redemption, feels good for a while

Until it comes back, stabs your back, and your life ends up like mine

I know that I gotta try, the devil doesn't lie

Hell right now is empty, but they're all here to fight