Dishes
My soul has gotten soiled with every time you spoiled
My grin, how grim
My skin has gotten speckled with dirt on top of freckles
You win, dig in
Oh, 'cause I'm drowning in the mud
Please wash me with your suds
To clean my slate
I'll try to re-glue all my fingers and although it might just linger
You cannot fix this plate
I've broken all our dishes
With all my hollow wishes about fate
I'm running out of water
I'm left here pleading "Father" with my hate
Because I'm choking on this air
I know that it's not fair
To come back running now
I'm running out of choices
Please hear my sobbing voice
I cannot be left out
My lips are dipped in poison
I pray He's truly risen
To wash my soul again
I feel this coal within my chest, too cold now to truly rest
I stand, how bland
Because I'm opening my eyes, I finally realize
The dreams that I'm chasing now
With all my chips and bruises and all my many loses
I cannot be left out
I've broken all our dishes
With all my hollow wishes about fate
I'm running out of water
I'm left here pleading "Father" with my hate
And so I break both my hands 'cause I can't understand
Why Your cupboards have run dry
And then I'll sit on the stands and waste all of Your plans
'Cause I've run out of try
Because I'm choking on this air
I know that it's not fair
To come back running now
I'm running out of choices
Please hear my sobbing voice
I cannot be left out
No I cannot be let down
My grin, how grim
My skin has gotten speckled with dirt on top of freckles
You win, dig in
Oh, 'cause I'm drowning in the mud
Please wash me with your suds
To clean my slate
I'll try to re-glue all my fingers and although it might just linger
You cannot fix this plate
I've broken all our dishes
With all my hollow wishes about fate
I'm running out of water
I'm left here pleading "Father" with my hate
Because I'm choking on this air
I know that it's not fair
To come back running now
I'm running out of choices
Please hear my sobbing voice
I cannot be left out
My lips are dipped in poison
I pray He's truly risen
To wash my soul again
I feel this coal within my chest, too cold now to truly rest
I stand, how bland
Because I'm opening my eyes, I finally realize
The dreams that I'm chasing now
With all my chips and bruises and all my many loses
I cannot be left out
I've broken all our dishes
With all my hollow wishes about fate
I'm running out of water
I'm left here pleading "Father" with my hate
And so I break both my hands 'cause I can't understand
Why Your cupboards have run dry
And then I'll sit on the stands and waste all of Your plans
'Cause I've run out of try
Because I'm choking on this air
I know that it's not fair
To come back running now
I'm running out of choices
Please hear my sobbing voice
I cannot be left out
No I cannot be let down
Credits
Writer(s): Shari Tuckett
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