Lifted

Count rivers left to cry
And everything that you do
You’re not afraid to die
Lit up in a good mood
And your mothers on the line
God is looking down
You’re spitting in his eye
'Cause tonight’s not the night you want to be found
I get low when I get lifted
You’re burning down the barn
I don’t wanna assume
You don’t mean any harm
Locked in the bathroom
You’re scratching at your arm
'Cause you let the devil peak
You’re a victim to his charm
Now he’s never gonna leave
I get low when I get lifted
Well you’re burning down the barn
Flying through the ropes
Your town is painted red
You’re running out of hope
Counting rivers left to cry
Everything that you’ll do
Well you’re not afraid to die
When you’re lit up in a good mood
And your mothers on the line
And your father’s looking down
And you’re spitting in his eye
You don’t wanna be found
Well you’re burning down the barn
Don’t wanna assume you mean any harm