Catholic guilt and bedsheet sins
Where do I turn myself in
Nights of straps and zippers pulled
Does it matter if intentions are good
Donation dollar for a fabric rose
I wear the medal for the most morose
Fall down drunk and sleep on the stoop
What did I do before I did what I do
Woah, father it has been years since I gave a shit
What's happening
My heart and mouth and mind all contradict
Talk to a friend on a chemical high
Asked what I thought happens when you die
I said it's just something we hide behind
And anyway it's gonna happen sometime
Woah, father it has been years since I gave a shit
What's happening
My heart and mouth and mind all contradict
I was hoping that I wasn't too far
Hoping I wasn't too far gone
Try to stitch it at the seams but it's all coming apart
It's coming apart
I'm predisposed to consumption eyes
I'll find a girl and tell her pretty lies
Like "Babe one day it's gonna be alright"
Well I kind of wish I was the type
On a whim with an ex in bed
Rerun the pros and cons in your head
You know the right thing but you call her instead
How many hearts are stuck in this chest
Woah, father it has been years since I gave a shit
What's happening
My heart and mouth and mind all contradict
I was hoping that I wasn't too far
Hoping I wasn't too far gone
Try to stitch it at the seams but it's all coming apart
It's coming apart