The Rest Of Us

There are those of us who get it right on the very first try There are those of us who stopped buying and selling The same old lies People ask 'em how they're doing They say, "Good," and it's true Oh, when they sleep just like a baby The whole night true Then there's the rest of us Burning everything they touch Who keep doing things, ruin things, losing things And screwing things up Then there's the rest of us Using love as a weapon Confusing hell for heaven Praying grace will be enough Oh, thank God, for people like you Who never give up Oh, on the rest of us There are those of us Got them recovery stories Who somehow found a way to get out of the way of themselves And there are those who never miss a damn Sunday morning Who somewhere along they way, they learned how to ask for help And then there's the rest of us Burning everything they touch Just keep doing things, ruin things, losing things And screwing things up Then there's the rest of us Using love as a weapon Confusing hell for heaven Praying grace will be enough Oh, thank God, for people like you Who never give up Oh, on the rest of us Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You always showed me good love You always gave me good love You always had me on time Always, always online (always, always online) No, you never gave up No, you never gave up On the rest of us Burning everything we touch Who keep doing things, ruin things, losing things And just screwing things up For the rest of us Using love as a weapon Confusing hell for heaven Praying grace will be enough Oh, thank God, for people like you Who never give up Oh, I wanna thank God for somebody like you Who never gave up Oh, on the rest of us