Saint & Sinners

These strange days

I learned about myself

I wasted time

Her shine wore off

as the time wore on

I thought she was but I was wrong

The chosen one

My girlfriends gone...Thank God

like times before

a busy world

Old fashioned lost on a guilty city whore

Through good times

and through the bad times

I want you

but don't want you back

You're on my mind

I want you back

don't want you back

None of us are saints

this I can tell you

but in these strange days

I have shined, so have you

so don't you preach to me

the things you don't do

but in these strange days

I have shined, so have you

And I feel so let down

and I feel out of place

well its been so long, since you held my head

and girl you have lost your place

Its hard to be a whore

because morals are restrictive

the dead using the dead

corpse using corpse

people with low morals consider themselves free

But often lack the ability to feel and love

Strangers when you meet

strangers when you part

That LA, Sunset, Malibu, Hollywood

Kind of sex

Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part