Townies - Phillip, Burn The Piano

I’ve been making eyes at your ceiling fan
I’ve been making questionable decisions
A words remiss
And break your skin like a surgical incision
And my apologies are like tanzanite from my lungs
Still shine like diamonds

Oh
Blurred face on a divine waitlist
My gods wasted at the corner bar
I saw your savior he was begging for change
Screaming “everyone’s a saint”, we all are
I spoke my name in foreign tongues
Introspected over months to learn
You can’t change your burned out flagrant addict (?)
So i camе home

So I said my prayers and went to bеd
But i don't think the message sent
Fucking God left me on read

With a microscope to my bones
Cracked and bruised but they don’t show
Cut their throats with snow angels

Am I in? Is God in me?
Am i (?) .. anymore
It's not even close
So you stay around
And you’re all dead
Suicide note
Is your big (draft)