[Intro]
Got a halo in my backpack
Cracked screen, cigarette ash
Prayin’ in a parking lot
Voice mail I never send back
[Verse 1]
Mama said “boy, don’t drown”
I dove straight into the deep end
Tattooed all my worst days
Turned every scar into a defense
Halo got rust on it
Cross chain tangled in my headphones
Laugh when the floor falls out
Why does the chaos feel like home, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Every prayer I say
Bounces off the ground
If there’s grace for saints
Is there grace for the letdowns?
[Chorus]
I’m on the wrong side of heaven
Right side of this hell I built
Angel on my shoulder keeps walkin’ out
Devil just loves my guilt
If there’s a light up there
It don’t shine where I’ve been
I’m on the wrong side of heaven
Too broke, too proud to repent (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Friends turned to ghosts, they fade
Names blur under old ink
We were gonna change the world
Couldn’t even change one drink
Therapist said “slow down”
I just hit the gas, hit the wall, then laugh
Every time I try to heal
I pick at the wound, tear off the cast
[Pre-Chorus]
Every promise made
Crumbled in my hands
If there’s a map to grace
Why’s mine drawn in quicksand?
[Chorus]
I’m on the wrong side of heaven
Right side of this hell I know
Runnin’ from the mirror like it’s chasin’ me
But it follows everywhere I go
If there’s a light up there
It don’t shine where I’ve been
I’m on the wrong side of heaven
Too hurt, too hard to give in (oh)
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to half-time, distant guitars swell]
Tell me, would You even want me
If I showed the mess I am?
All the late-night lies
All the blood on my hands
I’ve been screaming at the ceiling
Like it owes me a sign
If You’re really out there
Draw a line through my night
[Breakdown]
[Guitars slam in, double-kick builds]
Wrong side
Wrong side
Wrong side of Your sky (hey!)
Tongue tied
Soul tied
Still begging for a try
[Chorus]
I’m on the wrong side of heaven
Right side of these broken dreams
If grace is a war, then I’m battle-worn
Still fightin’ what I can’t see
If there’s a light up there
Let it burn through my skin
I’m on the wrong side of heaven
But I’m still crawling in
[Outro]
Backseat, sunrise, red eyes
Last prayer tastes like smoke
If You’re takin’ lost kids home
Leave the gate half-broke (yeah)