Saint

(Bastards)

I put my heart on my sleeve, wearing it like fashion
Holes in my jeans, rips all on my jacket
Tear into me, leave me in the past tense
I'm on my knees
Thankful it's all over, said and done
I dove right in, I took the plunge
I'm no saint and you weren't one
So blow my brains out, draw your gun
I'm so

Caught up in what we used to be, it's awful
The way my heart would beat for you is stopping
The foolish things we used to do is nonsense
I know you're in a grave but you're still talking
You're just a voice in my head
That tells me I should be dead
That tells me I'm just a freak
And should be under cement
So here I am in my bed
What I wrote is what you read
I'll take my brain out my head
I'll do it all like you said

Pray I go to my dreams
Where you stay right here and won't leave
I'm living in fear of the air that I breathe
'Cause I know you're somewhere staring at me
All over, said and done
I'll admit we had our fun
Leave me sprinting, turn and run
I'll chase right after you because
I'm so

Caught up in what we used to be, it's awful
The way my heart would beat for you is stopping
The foolish things we used to do is nonsense
I know you're in a grave but you're still talking
You're just the voice in my head
That tells me I should be dead
That tells me I'm just a freak
And should be under cement
So here I am in my bed
What I wrote is what you read
I'll take my brain out my head
I'll do it all like you said

You're just the voice in my head
That tells me I should be dead
That tells me I'm just a freak
And should be under cement
So here I am in my bed
What I wrote is what you read
I'll take my brain out my head
I'll do it all like you said
Caught up in what we used to be, it's awful
The way my heart would beat for you is stopping
The foolish things we used to do is nonsense
I know you're in a grave but you're still talking