Eighteen Saddest
You lie to yourself when you say that your safe
Your cross is hard to bare
Tomorrow is just a nightmare away
You lying to god, but you want to be saved
Your faith or mine?
Listen, tomorrow's a day away
You like to say you're not a saint
You'll never be a saint
Tomorrow's just a nightmare away
You laugh when you say you're green in the gills
But I don't see any gills
It's the thrill of the fish
Not the thrill of the kill
But you're addicted to pills
And the walls come crumbling down
Your cross is hard to bare
Tomorrow is just a nightmare away
You lying to god, but you want to be saved
Your faith or mine?
Listen, tomorrow's a day away
You like to say you're not a saint
You'll never be a saint
Tomorrow's just a nightmare away
You laugh when you say you're green in the gills
But I don't see any gills
It's the thrill of the fish
Not the thrill of the kill
But you're addicted to pills
And the walls come crumbling down
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Writer(s): Jared Morris
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