Church On Sunday

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives Tomorrow is too late to pretend Everything’s al right I’m not getting any younger as long As you don’t get any older I’m not going to state that yesterday never was Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep Making your mascara bleed Tears down you face Leaving traces of my mistakes If I promise to go to church on Sunday Will you go with me on Friday night? If you live with me, I’ll die for you And this compromise I hereby solemnly swear to tell The whole truth And nothing but the truth is what I’ll ever hear from you “trust” is a dirty word that comes only from such a liar but “respect” is something I will earn… if you have faith