Testo Something I Needed

God bless the sins of my mother and father
and all the terrible things I may do in the future
I am not ready to commit to being holy
Are these expectations justified?
Or are they based on some hollow lie?
A simple hope is all I know
A limping kiss on the cheek on those that I love
I am my sins
and I am my blessings
I am the ghost I leave in the spaces between
the days I lived and pray to sweep clean

You are something I needed