Looks like the moon the night you left
When you tucked me into bed
‘Cause we drank whiskey on the kitchen floor
And we laughed about the girl you left me for
I wanna ask how you've been sleeping
But instead I just stare at the ceiling
I wanna tell you how I lost my voice
This prayer won't leave my throat
I love you but I know that it won't save me
Mercy is letting you go so damn saintly
You got a sorrow I can't mend
Is that just my taste in men?
They call it hunger, call it thirst
Must be blameless 'cause I put you first
I wanna ask how you've been sleeping
But instead I just stare at the ceiling
I wanna tell you how I lost my voice
This prayer won't leave my throat
I love you but I know that it won't save me
Mercy is letting you go so damn saintly
Oh, what good, what good is being so damn saintly?