One-Stop, Americana folk heartland rock country, Medium tempo, building, emotional, sad, nostalgic, regretful, grief, religious, moody, lonely, Christian, religious, repentful, building, Male vocals, female vocals, group vocals, electric guitar, bass, acoustic guitar, pedal steel, piano, percussion, Atlanta, United States
I aint shot up in a long time
Though my arms still hold the tracks
But my heart is scarred much deeper
From the church and hypocrites
And I aint felt love in a decade
Though a thousand know my face
But Id trade my reputation
For a drop of grace
But I hold to my remorse
I can feel it like a force
Driving down within my bones
To cast aside
And Im here with my regret
Cause I aint got nothing left
But the guilt and grief that
Beg me change my mind
I used to wanna be like Jesus
To lay my head upon his chest
Now I find Im more like Judas
At my very best
But Im here with my remorse
Can you hear it in my voice
As I cry dont turn your back
On your own son
And I hang on this regret
Cause I know Ive nothing left
But the guilt and grief
Remind me what Ive done
Sometimes I dont believe in anything at all
But Im crawling through my pain
Bloody knees and open veins
Is it worth the risk to pour out all these words
Not that anyone has heard
Or that anyone has a cure
Now Im spilling all my secrets
But Ive got a thousand more
Im a killer, Im a vagrant
A thief, a junkie, and a whore
So I pray for more remorse
To feel it more than in my voice
Like a prison train to set my spirit free
And Ill kill all this regret
If its the only thing thats left
With my guilt and grief
I bury inside me