Car-Heavy Things

Car - Heavy Things I'm a broke down car in an alleyway That never made it where it was needed I just sit and rust While I lose my faith in everything I just sit in the side streets And dream about sitting around a flame With my dad his dad and both his brothers And the things they'd say to me I hope they'd be proud of me even though I'm not 'Cause even with their half of blood I'm still not fit to lose everyone I got What do I have that you want I found god on the way back from your funeral On the way back from your funeral I left him alone On the side of the road on the drive home I hope he knows it's personal Hope he knows it's personal 'Cause I can't let this go I'll never let this go I spent the night in a parking lot Cried my weights worth in tears Thinking of all the time I missed with the people I lost in the last five years Is this growing up Growing up Carry the weight on your shoulders Is this growing up Growing up Or my own private hell I found god on the way back from your funeral On the way back from your funeral I left him alone On the side of the road on the drive home I hope he knows it's personal Hope he knows it's personal 'Cause I can't let this go I don't believe in god but I hope there is one to take care of everyone I lost who did And maybe some day I won't finally blame my lack of faith for all my pain 'Cause I can't find the white gates I found god on the way back from your funeral On the way back from your funeral I left him alone On the side of the road on the drive home I hope he knows it's personal Hope he knows it's personal 'Cause I can't let this go