Faith, please have a little in me, hey
I know you hate it when I stray
But I tried everything, I drank the wine and stained the sheets
I’m clumsy when I speak
Call, you never call me anymore
We’re past the point of self-control
I’m giving back to you, things I thought were true
I know it’s really nothing new
God, where the hell are you hiding?
My hands are in the air and I’m excited
I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
God, I could never be like you
I can’t change, I can’t change and I don’t want to
I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
Fear, that’s what it was just to be clear
You went and made everything weird
But that’s another song, another night, a shot of rum
I guess what’s done is done
Bright, I fall and stumble towards the light
I'll miss the days and nights
We wrestled in my bedroom, my knees will give out soon
I know it’s really nothing new
God, where the hell are you hiding?
My hands are in the air, it’s so exciting
I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
God, I could never be like you
I can’t change, I can’t change and I don’t want to
I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
God, I could never be like you
I can’t change, I can’t change and I don’t want to
I’ve been on the run, so I’m not coming Sunday
It’s alright, I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
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