Testo Church On Sunday

Today is the first day
Of the rest of our lives
Tomorrow is too late
To pretend everything's all right
Well, I'm not getting any younger
As long as you don't get any older
I'm not going to state that yesterday
Never was
Bloodshot deadbeat
And lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes

(When I say)
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise

I hereby solemnly swear
To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth
Is what I'll ever hear from you
Trust is a dirty word
That comes from such a liar
But respect is something I will learn
If you have faith