​west virginia by childhood asthma Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's a really silly thing to love the world like I do
Filled with soot filled with sin
Filled with you where do I begin
To recall all the masochistic bull rides
Through the dirt through the pain
No joy rides here

[Verse 2]
I could sit here at home all alone
And plot my revenge
I'd hope you'd choke on your own vomit
In some apartment in West Virginia
That the guilt alone would rip through you
Like it ripped through me
It's all I see
God take me back