I'm Not a Saint

But I've had one too many cigarettes burning up my lungs
Had the taste of one too many lips hanging of my tongue, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Sunday morning getting high, drinking here alone
Thinking up a brand new alibi for not coming home, oh-oh
Oh-oh

And I'm sorry, I say 'fuck' so much

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try
Lord knows I've got habits to break
I'm really good at being good at goodbyes
I'm gonna give you fair warning that I...
I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try
Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes
And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side
I'm not a saint, but I could be if I...

Sober up and settle down, give a little talk
'Bout how I can't keep from runnin'
'Round, say it's such a fault, oh-oh
Oh-oh
And I'm sorry, I lie so much

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try
Lord knows I've got habits to break
I'm really good at being good at goodbyes
I'm gonna give you fair warning that I...
I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try
Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes
And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side
I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try

Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh

I'm gonna give you fair warning that I...
Will be the reason for the tears in your eyes

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try
Lord knows I've got habits to break
I'm really good at being good at goodbyes
I'm gonna give you fair warning that I...
I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try
Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes
And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side
I'm gonna give you fair warning that I...

Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try



Credits
Writer(s): Julia Michaels, Billy Raffoul
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