Inside Job.

Lyrics by：Christopher Joseph Gallant III/Juan Ariza/Jensen McRae

Composed by：Christopher Joseph Gallant III/Juan Ariza/Jensen McRae

Produced by：Ariza

In the back of the van I paid for on my last line of credit

In the back of my mind there's a trapdoor

To the place that we left it

With my forehead to the frosted glass at half past eleven

If I said I was coming home now would you even let me

Had it in my palm heard it burst before

I felt it go off like a bomb

'Cause I played God and I lost

Careened into a brick wall

Murder by missed call

It was an inside job

Staring blank at a silver screen

Just hindsight to turn to

I see a burning bridge from my point of view

And I really don't blame you

My eyes have never worked right the light is always bleeding

I turn away from anything bright swear the darkness never leaves me

Had it in my palm heard it burst before

I felt it go off like a bomb

'Cause I played God and I lost

Careened into a brick wall

Murder by missed call

It was an inside job

Yeah I played God and I lost

Careened into a brick wall

Murder by missed call

It was an inside job

It was an inside job

It was an inside job