Gates of Hell

So fucked, I can’t feel my face
Know a couple people might call me a disgrace
But fuck them, I ain’t looking up
Ain’t never been one to give a second look

I, I don’t like you very much
But I keep putting up with your shit
I don’t like you very much
But I keep putting up with your shit

Yeah, we drift away like islands
And I wanna float on this wave
A different day, time and meaning
And I know I’d do it all the same

I, I don’t like you very much
But I keep putting up with your shit
I don’t like you very much
But I keep putting up with your shit

You always come to mind
When I sing to myself
What could have been if we were living in Utopia
You always come to mind

I, I don’t like you very much
But I keep putting up with your shit
I don’t like you very much
But I keep putting up with your shit