God Help Me

You sitting on that sofa at the coffee shop in Boone

Eyes in perfect detail shining light and vagrant hue

Overwhelming senses, KAV-eeahting pre-repentance in my mind

sweeter than the cinnamon and talk that fills the room

I wanna wrap you in a warm embrace

Get torn by flesh and bone

wrestle with forever

shirking Truth for the unknown

i don’t have a clue what we’d become or who but i can recognize

there’s freedom in fayning control

leads me to reminisce

you’re every girl I’ve ever loathed

You said you wanted a tattoo of a song

that happened to be my name

I called the artist a mormon band

As horror marked your face

You quipped you hated me with side glare and a smile that warms ‘is heart of stone

Emotions shown so bare and thus so known

I get that we ain’t equally yoked

bu’ God help me, I want her so.

You sitting on that sofa at the coffee shop in Boone

Eyes in perfect detail shining light and vagrant hue

Overwhelming senses, KAV-eeahting pre-repentance in my mind

sweeter than the cinnamon and talk that fills the room

I wanna wrap you in a warm embrace

Get torn by flesh and bone

wrestle with forever

shirking Truth for the unknown

i don’t have a clue what we’d become or who but i can recognize

there’s freedom in fayning control

leads me to reminisce

you’re every girl I’ve ever loathed

You said you wanted a tattoo of a song

that happened to be my name

I called the artist a mormon band

As horror marked your face

You quipped you hated me with side glare and a smile that warms ‘is heart of stone

Emotions shown so bare and thus so known

I get that we ain’t equally yoked

bu’ God help me, I want her so.

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I think about that woman ‘cause i see some of her in me

that longing for affection,

a sweet intentioned greed

wishing to become the world in someone else’s dreams.

there’s freedom in the absence of control,

‘nd on the flipside being everything.

she isn’t any girl I’ve ever loved.

I get that we ain’t equally yoked

and it ain’t about the burden or the weight

but that if EYE-thur us are carrying instead of You alone

are backs’ll surely smolder

from the fire you could rain

so i whose life is—in an instant—smoke

before i become ashes

pray as if they’re all i ever spoke

God help me, ‘cause Lord I want you so

God help me so