Leave This 

Now I’m behind on getting 

ahead, I am in the middle of 

Doing nothing so who made you 

The judge anyway?

I gave you those Sunday nights 

Pacing on the porch 

Passing the scorch 

Passing not the torch 

And burning up for you,

Burning in all directions for 


Got those pictures of your 

Hair bleaching and your heart 

Beating, and that other love 

You live and love so much,

I thought I was wild for ya,

Were you wild for me?

Cause I stopped church 

But I still burn for Him

Cause I can’t leave this plastic 

Place just yet,

Want you to rewind the regret

And follow him with me

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