Hail Mary

Hail Mary full of grace
I feel like a waste of space
Tether put me in my place again
Seconds left of common theft
Selfish promises were kept
Leapt to record everyone you've been

Bells tell a sequence made for you
Sick minded, self-invited blues

Summer's crime
Some of reasoning your time
Pale excuse to will yourself away
Reasoning
Buckle down collect your things
What was next in line has turned to grey

Bells tell a sequence made for you
Sick minded, self-invited blues

Some kind if mess you live in
Some kind of way to begin
Some sort of terrible taste
Some sense of self. What a waste

Bells tell a sequence made for you
Sick minded, self-invited blues



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Cox
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