I like the way you stand with God when you're too afraid
And you'll still end up with nothing
But I don't want to be a member of your fucking church
Does that mean that I don't believe in God?
'Cause I'm not ready to leave yet
No I'm not ready to die at all
You're counting down the days
But what makes you so certain
You're the one to be saved?
Love like this must cost and arm and a fucking leg
Because my tongue will not move
No matter how hard I beg