CHURCHES & DIVE BARS
In a rented suit
Sitting in a pew
You laid to rest
The boy that I knew
In an old saloon
I sat on a stool
I drank myself into a stupor
And swallowed every bit of you
A sinner pours a glass out for a saint
It'll go down burning anyway
I got drunk on being bitter
You got wasted on your faith
So I took home a boy that looked like you
And you prayed away my name
So I sit among the freaks
In a goddamn circus tent
While you sit among the angels
That let you play pretend
What a way to forget every bit of pain
The only time I think we might be the same
In a church and a dive bar
What's the point of playing coy?
Of staying gone when you have a choice?
But if I could touch the clouds maybe I could kiss your face
Instead of looking down under a phantom lover's gaze
I got drunk on being bitter
You got wasted on your faith
So I took home a boy that looked like you
And you prayed away my name
So I sit among the freaks
In a goddamn circus tent
While you sit among the angels
That let you play pretend
What a way to forget every bit of pain
The only time I think we might be the same
In a church and a dive bar
And you went with grace
I went down swinging
But we both found a way to stop ourselves from feeling
But when you bow your head, I raise a glass
If it feels like nothing's changed
Then who's to blame?
I got drunk on being bitter
You got wasted on your faith
So I took home a boy that looked like you
While you prayed away my name
And what a sight to see
A drunk and a closet queen
At least I'm not like you
At least you're not like me
And what a sight to see
A drunk and a closet queen
At least I'm not like you
At least you're not like me
And what a sight to see
A drunk and a closet queen
At least I'm not like you
At least you're not like me
Sitting in a pew
You laid to rest
The boy that I knew
In an old saloon
I sat on a stool
I drank myself into a stupor
And swallowed every bit of you
A sinner pours a glass out for a saint
It'll go down burning anyway
I got drunk on being bitter
You got wasted on your faith
So I took home a boy that looked like you
And you prayed away my name
So I sit among the freaks
In a goddamn circus tent
While you sit among the angels
That let you play pretend
What a way to forget every bit of pain
The only time I think we might be the same
In a church and a dive bar
What's the point of playing coy?
Of staying gone when you have a choice?
But if I could touch the clouds maybe I could kiss your face
Instead of looking down under a phantom lover's gaze
I got drunk on being bitter
You got wasted on your faith
So I took home a boy that looked like you
And you prayed away my name
So I sit among the freaks
In a goddamn circus tent
While you sit among the angels
That let you play pretend
What a way to forget every bit of pain
The only time I think we might be the same
In a church and a dive bar
And you went with grace
I went down swinging
But we both found a way to stop ourselves from feeling
But when you bow your head, I raise a glass
If it feels like nothing's changed
Then who's to blame?
I got drunk on being bitter
You got wasted on your faith
So I took home a boy that looked like you
While you prayed away my name
And what a sight to see
A drunk and a closet queen
At least I'm not like you
At least you're not like me
And what a sight to see
A drunk and a closet queen
At least I'm not like you
At least you're not like me
And what a sight to see
A drunk and a closet queen
At least I'm not like you
At least you're not like me
Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Mcmahon
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