Confessions ​s0cliché

[Verse 1]
Father, I'm here in your confessional just pouring out my heart
'Cause I feel so unprofessional when looking at my art
All these thoughts are unoriginal, I can't tell 'em apart
Wanna tear all of my writing down to end before I start
So I sip another bottle down, smoke another blunt
I was high during your sermon and my mind was gone to lunch
I got problems with dependency, I know that in my gut
But my brain was built to justify the stupid things I've done
See, I make better music when my life has gone to shit
Guess when things are getting good I got to fuck it up again
It's a curse I hold inside of mе, entirely commit
But it ruins my relationship with womеn and with friends

[Chorus]
To the Father, Son, Holy Spirit
I pray my heart and hope they hear it but I don't know why I'm God fearing
They say I'm wrong but I don't feel it
And why I pray so silently, like I'm ashamed that I believe
I guess is just the pride in me to never seem like I was weak

[Verse 2]
Father, I don't wanna tell you this, I'll tell you what I can
There's a temper deep inside of me, I hurt another man
And no matter how much water there's still red all on my hands
And I wake up to these terrors where I live it all again