I wonder if my girlfriend knows that her man's cheating
And if I told her, would she pack her bags and leave me
And if my mistress knew it was a sin whenever we kiss
Would she leave me all alone, call me on the phone and ask if she ever meant shit
I'm stressing out cause I'm living wrong but it feels right
And I'm having trouble understanding that what used to be just music is my real life
I remember when I was a kid and this all seemed so sweet
And everything that gives me hell used to sound like heaven to me

It used to sound like heaven to me
It used to sound like heaven to me
It used to sound like heaven to me
Now it's only hell I see

Pop another pill, pour another shot, try and write a fucking song that sells
Smoke another L, take it to the bar, looking for a fucking story to tell
Maybe it's the city, maybe it's the women, we were jaded when we got here
It's a process for a man trying to progress when the answer's not clear
And it's hard to find the words when you feel like you have to
They all say that there's no way but who the fuck even asked you?
I remember when I was a kid and this all seemed so sweet
And everything that gives me hell used to sound like heaven to me

Now all we're left with is a clear path to the exit
Our habits turned to addictions but we tell our family not to stress it
It's not a big deal, honestly we just need something to believe in
If I'm dead and gone in the morning then I had no problems leavin'
There comes a time where the only word on your mind is more
Nothing feels real, spilling all your pills, say goodnight on the bathroom floor
I remember when I was a kid and this all seemed so sweet
And everything that gives me hell used to sound like heaven to me