Lyrics

Dear God, it's me Haven't spoken in weeks And it's kinda, sorta all my fault Falling apart when I should fall on my knees I don't know what it is, but something's off I probably don't deserve To whisper in Your ear My heart is cashing checks That my brain will never clear My body's shutting down Blood and water on the spear Oh, dear God I need Your help down here Da, da, da Da, da, da Dear God, it's them Pissed at everyone else, yeah And some of them are dumb as fuck (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) But fear's a bitch when it's kissing your lips And telling you that they're way too hard to love We really missed the x on the map Now, we're lost, yeah No wonder there's a bus stop At the foot of the cross We always crash the car Whenever we try to steer Oh, dear God We need Your help down here Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da Da, da, da (Yeah) I don't really understand Why You'd ever lend a hand We're all so messed up It's just sad But You do You do Yeah, you do, mmm Dear God, it must Really probably suck That nobody ever asks how You've been Why don't You just send another flood To wrap it up and start all over again I guess You still got a few more things to do Like putting back the apple Until everything is new It's nice to have a friend That's never not near Oh, dear God (Oh, dear God) Oh, dear God (Oh, dear God) Oh, dear God I'm pretty glad You're here
Writer(s): Patrick Kiloran, Jack Vondrachek Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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