In The End

I got less sleep than the night before and it's been this way for weeks

Trying to make a name for myself and get out of the weeds

Now and again it seems a little bit harder than it was the day before

But my lips tasted glory now my momma just worries cause I don't write no more

Daddy don't worry 'bout me I'll be just fine

I sold my soul to the devil and he gave me some guidelines

Insomniac and a little malnourished is how I've learned to live

I know you can't understand it right now but it'll all make sense in the end

Mmm

I've lost a love and I've lost a friend and everything thing between