Album: Maybe Trapped Mostly Troubled (2014)

The Things I Do

Hair of gold and eyes of blue
Teach her how to be like you
Magazines taped to her wall
Easier to count her flaws

One for dessert
One for the hurt
One for the blame of a life that's led by shame

Beauty comes and beauty goes
When comes hers? Oh. no one knows
Failing grades but it's okay
No one's counting anyways

One for the drink
One so she won't think
One punishing for the boy who said don't sing

Clothing covers many scars
Loathing's covered at a bar
Demons tell her with a shrug
You are not worth being loved

Lord, pull me through
Break my chains and make me new
Lord, show me truth so I'll never go back to the things I do
The things I do [x3]
Lord, pull me through I am so in love with you
Lord, show me truth I will find my strength in you
You make me new [x5]