dear god
Dear God, it's me
Haven't spoken in weeks
And it's kinda, sorta all my fault
Falling apart when I should fall on my knees
I don't know what it is, but something's off
I probably don't deserve
To whisper in Your ear
My heart is cashing checks
That my brain will never clear
My body's shutting down
Blood and water on the spear
Oh, dear God
I need Your help down here
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Dear God, it's them
Pissed at everyone else, yeah
And some of them are dumb as fuck
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
But fear's a bitch when it's kissing your lips
And telling you that they're way too hard to love
We really missed the x on the map
Now, we're lost, yeah
No wonder there's a bus stop
At the foot of the cross
We always crash the car
Whenever we try to steer
Oh, dear God
We need Your help down here
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
(Yeah)
I don't really understand
Why You'd ever lend a hand
We're all so messed up
It's just sad
But You do
You do
Yeah, you do, mmm
Dear God, it must
Really probably suck
That nobody ever asks how You've been
Why don't You just send another flood
To wrap it up and start all over again
I guess You still got a few more things to do
Like putting back the apple
Until everything is new
It's nice to have a friend
That's never not near
Oh, dear God
(Oh, dear God)
Oh, dear God
(Oh, dear God)
Oh, dear God
I'm pretty glad You're here
Haven't spoken in weeks
And it's kinda, sorta all my fault
Falling apart when I should fall on my knees
I don't know what it is, but something's off
I probably don't deserve
To whisper in Your ear
My heart is cashing checks
That my brain will never clear
My body's shutting down
Blood and water on the spear
Oh, dear God
I need Your help down here
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Dear God, it's them
Pissed at everyone else, yeah
And some of them are dumb as fuck
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
But fear's a bitch when it's kissing your lips
And telling you that they're way too hard to love
We really missed the x on the map
Now, we're lost, yeah
No wonder there's a bus stop
At the foot of the cross
We always crash the car
Whenever we try to steer
Oh, dear God
We need Your help down here
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
Da, da, da
(Yeah)
I don't really understand
Why You'd ever lend a hand
We're all so messed up
It's just sad
But You do
You do
Yeah, you do, mmm
Dear God, it must
Really probably suck
That nobody ever asks how You've been
Why don't You just send another flood
To wrap it up and start all over again
I guess You still got a few more things to do
Like putting back the apple
Until everything is new
It's nice to have a friend
That's never not near
Oh, dear God
(Oh, dear God)
Oh, dear God
(Oh, dear God)
Oh, dear God
I'm pretty glad You're here
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Writer(s): Patrick Kiloran, Jack Vondrachek
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