did you find that you were running on a cold coal heart
every rhythm that you keep finds its way off the beat
so careless you fall careless you try to think of all the people you have loved within your life
but how can you love anyone else when you can't love yourself
its a lie to believe that we'd ever amount to anything
if we can't learn to just forgive ourselves
from the damage we've done to all that we say we love
if only grace could find its way into our wicked hands
(Mike Mains:
i've been sea sick cravin her hips
but that sweet honey comes with a kick
my dear brother blessed be your mother
she could have tore you apart but you're a saint and I am grateful)
don't give up don't give up
hope will take you home