Lovesick Boy Prays

Lovesick boy prays in my bedroom at night Says he worships something godlike His hands make a steeple, asking to be forgiven Patron saint of making war within And I'll cut my hair if it's the only thing I haven't tried changing I'll be your wish, I'll be your well I'll be your little miracle You're changing for the better Open a window, I'm finding it Harder to breathe Summer's on its deathbed and you've no Time to grieve Said you know how to smoke weed, you're writing bad poetry Sing it again, play it again That song that's about me, baby, please hold me Kiss me goodnight, kiss me goodbye And I'll cut my hair if it's thе only thing I haven't tried changing I'll be your wish, I'll bе your well I'll be your little miracle You're changing For the better You're changing For the better If I had wings, I'd cut them off Give them to you if you asked If I had wings, I'd cut them off Give them to you if you asked If I had wings, I'd cut them off Give them to you if you asked