Maybe we all fall apart
Oh, on Sundays at church
Remember how much it hurt
When they said God doesn't love us
(That they do but never did)
Too early for the pain
Way too late to change
Too F*cked up but still sane
Still sane
And we're still blind to our reflections but we sit, we sit
Heads full of nightmares and dreams we need a fix, can you fix us?
Don't wait up for me
I might need this lonely
For whoever the f*ck I'm trying to be