Church on sunday

today is the first day,
of the rest of our lives
tomorrow is too late,
to pretend everything's all right,
now I'm not getting any younger as long,
as you don't get any older I'm not gonna
say that yesterday never was but
you're bloodshot dead beat, lack of sleep,
making your mascara bleed tears on you face,
leaving traces of my mistakes

when i say "if i
promise go to church on sunday,
will you go with me on friday night?"
if you live with me i'll
die for you and this compromise
i have to at least know ,
when to tell your truth and nothin
but the truth is,
what i'll reveal from you,
now stress is a dirty word,
that comes from such a
liar but respect is something i will learn,
if you had faith but you're bloodshot dead beat,
lack of sleep,
making your mascara bleed tears on you face,
leaving traces of my mistakes
let's go! hey hey hey *goooooo*