Don’t Think I’ll Get To Heaven


Don’t think I’ll get to heaven anymore

Broke too many hearts on my way out the door

All the promises I had made and hadn’t followed through before

Don’t think I’ll get to heaven anymore


Don’t think I’ll get the help that I need

They’ll see the cuts upon my hands and let me bleed

Though I scream for mercy no one here answers my plead

Don’t think I’ll get the help that I need


Don’t think that I could fix it if I wanted to

As if there were any good deed I could do

Seems every chance I had to change I’d turn my back on you

Don’t think that I could fix it if I wanted to


I’ve seen bad men before try to mend their wicked ways clinging to a nurse’s hand

Wires on their hearts hoping they can make their sons and daughters understand


Don’t think I’ll be remembered when I go

A picture on a wall no one will know

Taken down when the dust gets thick in about a year or so

Don’t think I’ll be remembered when I go


Don’t think there will be roses on my grave

That sort of thing is usually for the saved

Only flower on it will be the weeds that hide my name

Don’t think there will be roses on my grave


All the pieces of this life that I leave behind don’t read too well on a Friday morning page

My face in black and white isn’t worth the ink so they decide to save the space

Put a used couch ad in its place


Don’t think I’ll get to heaven anymore

I can see Saint Peter locking up the door

Saying there’s a man south of here with a lot for you in store

Don’t think I’ll get to heaven anymore


Don’t think I’ll get heaven anymore

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