Polish & Acetone
The black rings under your eyes match the coffee stains on your favorite new bow-tie
You've neglected the spiders in the attic
You've got no development your placement is static
The milk in our fridge has gone bad again
Guess its reach its expiration, all these things have an end
Think you forgot that you let it sit, but in your own thoughtful words, to hell with it
You keep speaking to a man that I don't believe in
But I stand alone in saying heaven is sin
Your prayer doesn't sound the same as it did ten years ago
And your tears are falling to the ground like summer snow
Someone I used to be is etched in weathering stone
Faith is all but removed like polish in acetone
It feels like its 2010, 7 years before I was born again
And you still rely on your books, reminding me of the hope that you took
And the whole world I seem to disappoint
Cuz I'm not some saint you wish you could anoint
Heaven and hell are the same in my mind
You ask for change, only God knows I've tried
Your prayer doesn't sound the same as it did ten years ago
And your tears are falling to the ground like summer snow
Someone I used to be is etched in weathering stone
Faith is all but removed like polish in acetone
You have chipped away what's left of me
By showing me the things only sinners can see
Your prayer sounds awfully subdued to be what you rely on for hope
And your verse and your hymns do more damage than a knife or a rope
You've neglected the spiders in the attic
You've got no development your placement is static
The milk in our fridge has gone bad again
Guess its reach its expiration, all these things have an end
Think you forgot that you let it sit, but in your own thoughtful words, to hell with it
You keep speaking to a man that I don't believe in
But I stand alone in saying heaven is sin
Your prayer doesn't sound the same as it did ten years ago
And your tears are falling to the ground like summer snow
Someone I used to be is etched in weathering stone
Faith is all but removed like polish in acetone
It feels like its 2010, 7 years before I was born again
And you still rely on your books, reminding me of the hope that you took
And the whole world I seem to disappoint
Cuz I'm not some saint you wish you could anoint
Heaven and hell are the same in my mind
You ask for change, only God knows I've tried
Your prayer doesn't sound the same as it did ten years ago
And your tears are falling to the ground like summer snow
Someone I used to be is etched in weathering stone
Faith is all but removed like polish in acetone
You have chipped away what's left of me
By showing me the things only sinners can see
Your prayer sounds awfully subdued to be what you rely on for hope
And your verse and your hymns do more damage than a knife or a rope
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Writer(s): Tristan Metherell
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