Bloodshot deadbeat
Will I go to sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes
(When I say)
If I promise to 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 hereby solemnly swear
To tell the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
Is what I'll ever hear from you
Trust is a dirty word
That comes from such a liar
But respect is something I will learn
If you have faith