How Things Go

Hell is a small town out of Southern California
Where I live with a woman stuck in coma
You should already know

But I can see that there's a window of hope
But I rather just sit around and smoke
This how it goes
You should already know

She said composure got the best of me, while I lie face down on the ground
There's nothing wrong with me, ignoring everyone that's around
I guess this is falling out, but you're a face that just can't ignore
But I'll try, but I'll try

I'll write some stories about my friends
And how they spend their nights and their weekends
You should already know

I'm sorry I can't be calm when by now everything has gone so wrong
This is how it goes
You should already know

She said composure got the best of me, while I lie face down on the ground
There's nothing wrong with me, ignoring everyone that's around
I guess this is falling out, but you're a face that just can't ignore
But I'll try, but I'll try

So go ahead and seek your father to thank him for giving up on you
He seem to know what he was doing from the start