My Vacation House in Hell

God please save me from myself, I've built a house in hell, which I visit all year long, how could something that feel so good be so wrong, and why can't I be strong?

I feel so warm, there's a campfire all around, on the beach behind my vacation house. Everyone here's so pretty and they all love me. It's hard to imagine one day we'll all fade and then we'll burst into flames.

I break my own heart every night, I just can't keep up the fight. You said You'd be with me, and I trust that You still are, but I refuse to pull over and let You steer the car.

I think I'd rather stay at my house in hell, than have to worry about myself, and how I've done nothing with my life, I'm doing nothing with my life. Trying to change is so exhausting, especially when I don't know what I'm trying to change into. Since there's nothing else to do, I think I'll take a break, get my mind off of things, I know this place I can go, I built it myself.