Temporary Purgatory from Glass by In Details

One cigarette can’t hurt me
I mean I’m already dead
I bit that bullet yesterday
Took a phone call to the head

My only source of comfort
Is the part’s no longer mine
Decisions that I couldn’t take
I finally made this time

But memory is not the kindest muse
And I’m not in the best of shoes
For walking these streets all alone

I don’t know where I’ve gone
Hell and moving on
Or temporary purgatory
This is my judgment day
Karma’s real, no matter what they say

I’m all out of virtues
I’m spent on vices too
All I’ve got is this worn out song
But every word is true

So now it’s congratulations
‘Cause you get to play god
And judge me for my sorry sins
I confess they’re all my fault

The blade that you fell upon
Is deeper than you’re letting on
Please give me a second chance
(Though I know I don’t deserve)


I should have told you sooner
I’m Judas to your Christ

Please give me a second chance
Though I know I don’t deserve
This is the last of the second chances
This time I know I’m sure
I know what I want

Another cigarette can’t hurt me
I mean I’ve already died
But I swear I’ll make it worth your while
If you bring me back to life

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• ballad
• heartbroken
• indie rock
• songwriter
• Cincinnati