Briston Maroney - The Garden Lyrics

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 a thing as a heaven
I just pray to god that I get there soon
And 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 drop my worries in a wishing well
Never hit the bottom far as I can tell
Old preacher's writing prayers that he thinks might sell
Never found peace in holy hell

If there is such a thing as a heaven
I just pray to god that I get there soon
And 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 hearts a mess
But ain't that why you love me best
Scream until there's nothing left
This nothingness
Is nothing less than

People hanging in suspense
Sins that they could not confess
Know 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 it'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

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh