David Christ

David Christ
It can't rain all the time
And while you're waiting for the world to end
You might as well get in line

People like you, by which I mean me
We share the same proclivity
For fucking things up
Without intending
Your ego's writing checks, but your brain's done pretending

Well, he's a saint?
Who would've ever guessed?
I'll never understand what these assholes like
But color me unimpressed

People like you, by which I mean me
We share the same proclivity
For fucking things up
Without intending
Your ego's writing checks, but your brain's done pretending

Well, pick a place
Somewhere you've never been (somewhere you've never been)
Remember to breathe as the plane lifts off
You'll probably be able to do it again

People like you, by which I mean me
We share the same proclivity
For fucking things up
Without intending
Your ego's writing checks, but your brain's done pretending



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Chandler, John Paul Redmon, Aaron Swenson, Cameron Hawk
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