too much to ask for

I am not a good man
I’ve been bored and a wreck
Chasing the next thing that might stop me
From plummeting off the deck
And you say you are selfish
We all hold a candle to that
And my selfish need is to hold you close
I’m sleeping on your doormat
I hope this isn’t too much to ask for
But could you pardon how I act like a fool
Our wings are molting so we hide from view
Each fallen feather’s harsh glint like a jewel’s
And I hope this isn’t too much to ask for
But could you metamorphose
If I didn’t have to stare at your spring-laden face
My heart rate might finally slow
You’ve seen my pride triumph
I’ve seen something divine
Even if I crushd a thousand roses
You won’t lower your eys from mine
Your wings are peppered with tears
Or maybe spots of brown
You’ve tried flying but you didn’t like
How hard it was to come down
I hope this isn’t too much to ask for
But could you pardon how I act like a fool
Our wings are molting so we hide from view
Each fallen feather’s harsh glint like a jewel’s
And I hope this isn’t too much to ask for
But could you metamorphose
If I didn’t have to stare at your spring-laden face
My heart rate might finally slow
This is what religion feels like
Artwork with peeling paint
This is what religion feels like
Tell me, am I a saint?
This is what religion feels like
Artwork with peeling paint
This is what religion feels like
Tell me, am I a saint?
I hope this isn’t too much to ask for
But could you pardon how I act like a fool
Our wings are molting so we hide from view
Each fallen feather’s harsh glint like a jewel’s
And I hope this isn’t too much to ask for
But could you metamorphose
If I didn’t have to stare at your spring-laden face
My heart rate might finally slow
My heart rate might finally slow