Megachurch
From a girl to a woman
Then a goddess in my loving eyes
I raised you so high
Where jets never meet a cloud
But you can't fly, can you babe?
Yet you're glowing with the stars on my ceiling
And the stains in my bed
Once a prayer now a player
I've been sinning in the devil's car
Forever a loser
I've been singing in the same old bar
89 songs about you
Now the drunk man in the back
Is requesting something new
Something that sounds like this
It's not easy to forget
Says the poet with the deranged faith
I was born to be chased
Says the witch with the holy grace
Why is love just a one way road
Is it too much to ask
For my feelings to be towed
I believed in the prophet
When she parted my heart like the sea
I worshipped my pain
When she stopped believing in me
There's no quick way out of this
I'm addicted to the feel of these handcuffs around my wrists
And to the sound of it
I was dreaming about freedom
While swimming to the opposite shore
But my body's been in prison
For the past three years or more
Your Honour, I'm such a wreck!
I'm both the sheriff and the convict
And the fool who's got the keys on the desk
And I sound like this
Who the hell's gonna judge me
For not leaving my cell
I've been scheming to
I've been dying to
Live right under her spell
Who the hell's gonna sue me
For writing the bible in bed
She's been telling me
And God, did I agree
To highlight her first name in red
Then a goddess in my loving eyes
I raised you so high
Where jets never meet a cloud
But you can't fly, can you babe?
Yet you're glowing with the stars on my ceiling
And the stains in my bed
Once a prayer now a player
I've been sinning in the devil's car
Forever a loser
I've been singing in the same old bar
89 songs about you
Now the drunk man in the back
Is requesting something new
Something that sounds like this
It's not easy to forget
Says the poet with the deranged faith
I was born to be chased
Says the witch with the holy grace
Why is love just a one way road
Is it too much to ask
For my feelings to be towed
I believed in the prophet
When she parted my heart like the sea
I worshipped my pain
When she stopped believing in me
There's no quick way out of this
I'm addicted to the feel of these handcuffs around my wrists
And to the sound of it
I was dreaming about freedom
While swimming to the opposite shore
But my body's been in prison
For the past three years or more
Your Honour, I'm such a wreck!
I'm both the sheriff and the convict
And the fool who's got the keys on the desk
And I sound like this
Who the hell's gonna judge me
For not leaving my cell
I've been scheming to
I've been dying to
Live right under her spell
Who the hell's gonna sue me
For writing the bible in bed
She's been telling me
And God, did I agree
To highlight her first name in red
Credits
Writer(s): Ryder The Eagle
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