| I thought I finally hit the bottom
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| And fell off another ledge
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| If falling feels like flying
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| Well I, I ain’t felt that yet
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| Tell the truth I don’t feel much of nothing
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| Wasted, waiting on something
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| I think it’s time I talk to Jesus
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| Tell him exactly how I feel
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| But the devil in the bottles
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| Telling me I never will
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| Get this voice out of my head
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| This rope off of my neck
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| I hope heaven knows I’m running low on faith
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| And I hate to say I haven’t prayed
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| In quite a while
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| I’ve been starting to remember things I never thought I would
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| Forget the way it felt when life was going good
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| Been around so long it’s hard to know what’s right
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| Hurts my eyes to finally sleep at night
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| I think it’s time I talk to Jesus
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| Tell him exactly how I feel
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| But the devil in the bottles
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| Telling me I never will
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| Get this voice out of my head
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| This rope off of my neck
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| I hope heaven knows I’m running low on faith
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| And I hate to say I haven’t prayed
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| So tonight when my knees hit the ground
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| Don’t know what I’ll say but I’m pouring it out
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| I think it’s time I talk to Jesus
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| Tell him exactly how I feel
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| But the devils in the bottle
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| Telling me I never will
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| Get this voice out of my head
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| This rope off of my neck
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| I hope heaven knows I’m running low on faith
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| And I hate to say I haven’t prayed
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| Oh I hate to say I haven’t prayed
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| In quite a while |