Brandon Hartt, Tom MacDonald, Nova Rockafeller - Church lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Brandon Hartt, Tom MacDonald, Nova Rockafeller - Church lyrics]
I've been sober, but I don't care
I'm so scared of my own self
I get no help, and that's no fair
So don't go there, I've been hell and back
I got scorched hair in this Gucci cap
I got empty bottles and a million follows
I regret swallowing the Ativan
Fuck it, let's be real
I resent the way that I feel
I pretend that it's cool
But I miss gettin' drunk
And I'm angry that God doesn't
Help when I kneel fuck it, I said my prayers
When I got clean, shit just got worse
I quit doing drugs
And I pleaded with Jesus to save me
But he didn't hear my words
This shit don't work, it hurts
I went to church, now I need liquid courage
Whiskey in my glass
I take the knives out of my back to stir it
Go to hell and back again
Then show you burns to prove I earned it
I need shots or God to
Gain the strength I need, i'm just a person
I pray on my way
To the liquor store that they lock the door
'Cause I'll lay in my grave
If the whiskey pours like it did before
I'm scared, I send out a prayer
Can anybody hear me? Is anybody there?
'Cause honestly it hurts and
Every day is worse
I keep buyin' whiskey when all
I need is church
I keep talkin' to God, but he don't hear me
And my demons are there, always listenin'
I get lost in the dark, drownin' in whiskey
And I went in so far, you say you miss me
I'm on a ship in a bottle
So say goodbye at the shore
Break the glass and you'll find me
I'm not who I was before
Close my eyes in the darkness and
Hold on through the storm
I'm a wreck in a bottle
I wasn't built for a war
These church pews, bright lights
Whiskey glasses, bottles of booze
Make short days to long nights
The bottle, the Bible
I didn't know what to choose
I pray on my way
To the liquor store that they lock the door
'Cause I'll lay in my grave
If the whiskey pours like it did before
I'm scared, I send out a prayer
Can anybody hear me? Is anybody there?
'Cause honestly it hurts and
Every day is worse
I keep buyin' whiskey when all
I need is church
I can't read, but the Bible's still with me
My eyes can't see from the bottles of whiskey
I don't believe anybody will miss me
And I'm on my knees, tell me, God
Are you listenin'?
I pray on my way
To the liquor store that they lock the door
'Cause I'll lay in my grave
If the whiskey pours like it did before
I'm scared, I send out a prayer
Can anybody hear me? Is anybody there?
'Cause honestly it hurts and
Every day is worse
I keep buyin' whiskey when all
I need is church