Jesus

I wanted to sit down and write a song
To say
"What if your Jesus wasn't joking
All along?"
But it stayed
Wrapped up in conscience strands
That held so tight
Like an idol flag
That you praise as right
I just don't have it in me
Anymore
Anymore
So here's the strawman master again at the helm
To build you up and then burn you down
An image complicated is the last one I think that we need
So I'll just make you out as a monster for sport
To avoid my crimes and my day in the court
The speck in your eye seems to be the only thing I want them to see
I just don't wanna question
Anymore
Anymore
And isn't that the way I said I lost it from the start
Another spike, another thorn - a needle in His heart
And even though I see it my soul never lets me be it
I just had to take that judge's throne and now
I know
I wanted to sit down and write a song
To say
"What if my Jesus wasn't joking
And I'm wrong?"
Anyways
I'll just try to act
Like my sin's not worse
And I'll drop my guard
If you drop yours first
I just don't see the problem
Anymore
I just won't be your problem
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Smith
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