Songtext
Heard you went to find Jesus
In rest stop in Phoenix
Smoked cmerican Spirits to calm yours down
We used to kiss like some sinners
Saying "God hates a quitter"
You went holy ghost and put the bottle right back down
I heard you went to Santa Barbara
Just tryna get farther from the gray
Oh but how do you find beauty in the blue skies
when every day's the same?
I have no dirt on my knees
So I've no faith that ill see you again
as a lover or a friend
But you'll need more than a Bible
Or hymn with a high note
If you're really to repent or mend this mess
I heard you went and found a new man
c Christian born on the fourth of July
On what a precedent to set
To always expect explosions in the sky
Well I still wish you the best
cause I know on your shoulders
There's an angel on the left side
c devil on the polar
We all have afflictions
But I think it's fiction
That you couldn't see the good in me
Oh you couldn't see
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