This last week
I slept 8 hours total
I barely sleep
Maybe that's why I've been weak
The same things that plague you
Still plaguing me
God called you to fulfill a vacancy
I tried to see why it wasn't me
So I didn't show up to your funeral
But I showed up to your house
I didn't move a muscle
I was quiet as a mouse
I swore I saw you in there
But I was looking at myself
I'm placing bets against myself
And honestly I'm a mess
With the car engulfed in flames
I am a wreck
Things I should have said through call or text
Just really been so busy and I regret
Cause if there's no rest for the wicked
I'm as evil as it gets

So when you show up to my funeral
Will you be wearing white or black
And I know the voice is in you
It's the energy I lack
So if there's a race to heaven
I will surely come in last
And if there's a race to heaven
I will always come in last