Lost Souls
Can we just pretend
That we're not fighting, I'm not crying
Watching you go out
For another cigarette
Cause you tried to quit
But you can't admit
That you've got real problems
And drinking won't solve them
No I don't think I can fix you
Know that I shouldn't try to
But I've always had a soft spot, for lost souls
With scars to trace, from past mistakes
And I pour love, into lost souls
Hoping that they might change
But not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
No, not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
When we wake up
You won't remember
And I'll pretend like it doesn't matter
Watching you go out, for you first cigarette
I know it's fucked up
To want to be loved
By someone with these problems
They cannot solve them
No I don't think I can fix you
Know that I shouldn't try to
But I've always had a soft spot, for lost souls
With scars to trace, from past mistakes
And I pour love, into lost souls
Hoping that they might change
But not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
No, not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
I've been running, running, running
Think I've got in, got in, got in
You still hiding away in other people's pain
I've been running, running, running
Think I've got in, got in, got in
You still hiding away in other people's pain
Cause I've always had a soft spot, for lost souls
With scars to trace, from past mistakes
And I pour love, into lost souls
Hoping that they might change
But not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
No, not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
That we're not fighting, I'm not crying
Watching you go out
For another cigarette
Cause you tried to quit
But you can't admit
That you've got real problems
And drinking won't solve them
No I don't think I can fix you
Know that I shouldn't try to
But I've always had a soft spot, for lost souls
With scars to trace, from past mistakes
And I pour love, into lost souls
Hoping that they might change
But not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
No, not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
When we wake up
You won't remember
And I'll pretend like it doesn't matter
Watching you go out, for you first cigarette
I know it's fucked up
To want to be loved
By someone with these problems
They cannot solve them
No I don't think I can fix you
Know that I shouldn't try to
But I've always had a soft spot, for lost souls
With scars to trace, from past mistakes
And I pour love, into lost souls
Hoping that they might change
But not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
No, not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
I've been running, running, running
Think I've got in, got in, got in
You still hiding away in other people's pain
I've been running, running, running
Think I've got in, got in, got in
You still hiding away in other people's pain
Cause I've always had a soft spot, for lost souls
With scars to trace, from past mistakes
And I pour love, into lost souls
Hoping that they might change
But not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
No, not every lost soul
Wants to be saved
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Writer(s): Mckenzie Comer
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