Saint Sinner (feat. Alli Fitz)

I know why she quiet
I know in the back of my mind she fightin' the urge to say that I'm lyin'
I'm not but I have in the past
Those feelings, they linger and last
The wrongs that I've done don't longer go
Sit in silence like snakes in the grass
I've grown but the scars remain
Contacts of girls with different names
All of the gaslighting and the, "Now, you crazy"
I feel so ashamed
But I'm not the victim in this
My thoughts stay balled in my fist
They're all mine, let it heal on their own time, I'm on a line like a fish
And I ain't goin' nowhere
This is the bed that we lay in together
She chose me after all my mistakes, so I gotta do better
Yeah, I learned a lesson or two
But at the cost of who?
Every mistake made got a price paid
And I'm sorry it had to be you

I keep breakin' these walls down
Girl, I'm runnin' back to your love
And even if it ain't the same, don't mean it can't get better in time
And even if these walls never come down, then I'll climb

Baby, I can be your saint sinner
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
Loser to winner, uh
I can be your saint sinner
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
Warmth in the winter, uh

I know that you love me
And you know that I never stop feelin' the same
These days get split in half, it's a war in my heart and my brain
My mind is my tellin' me, "No"
But my body is tellin' me, "You gonna change"
Whenever I try to walk away, all I hear is the jingle of chains
I wish I could tell you how much that it hurt without hurtin' you in the process
Wish I could check you on notifications without hurtin' us and our progress
I just wanna go back in time, to before you crossed the line
Before part of me died and started to hate you, and this pain wasn't mine
Don't want you to think that I'm sayin' all this to hurt you
I wish the rumors never were true
Wish we could be happy again, wish your parents gave you better virtue, but they ain't
And that's a shame 'cause you to blame
You held the gun and it was at me that you aimed (bang)

You keep breakin' these walls down
Boy, you might be little too late
Now and then I'll smile, but I don't think I got more space on my plate
I think you might just be too late

Baby, I can be your saint sinner
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
Loser to winner, uh
I can be your saint sinner
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
Warmth in the winter, uh
You can be my saint sinner
Breakfast, lunch or dinner
Loser to winner, uh
You can be my saint sinner
Breakfast, lunch or dinner
Cold, cold winter, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Nissley, Noah Laakea Kaululaau, Alli Fitz
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