Monday - Matt Corby

All day blazed I wonder

If through grace I find the new high I wanted

Could it be you?

No bible no more,

I don’t know faith like I did before

I gave it enough

I saw the fallen white doors

Oh, I stumbled too and get it wrong

When it’s said and gone

I’d wait with you,

Fading out to silence

Blame it on your rage and somber nature

If the violent conversation gets the best of you

And over graves we’ll all get laid and from the babies

Some will teach us what the hell our souls were born to do!

Oh, I was never lost, I only chose to never go home