Oh, this mess I have made
But then things got complicated
My innocence has all but faded
Oh, this mess I have made
And I don’t believe in god
So I can’t be saved
All alone as I’ve learned to be
In this mess I have made
All the untested virtue
The things I said I’d never do
Least of all to you
I know he’s kind and true
I know that he is good to you
He’ll never care for you more than I do
But I don’t believe in love
And I can’t be tamed
All alone as I’ve learned to be
In this mess
I have made the same mistakes
Over and over again
There are rooms in this house that I don’t open anymore
Dusty books of pictures on the floor
That she will never see
She’ll never see that part of me
I want to be for her
What I could never be for you
But I don’t believe in god
So I can’t be saved
All alone as I’ve learned to be
In this mess I have made
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