excommunication lyrics starters (pt. 3)
tw for: homophobia, alcohol, drugs, depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal idealation, anti-religious iconography
Pronouns can be switched around as you see fit!
Waiting Around
You’re an old pro
Makes me wanna quit my day job
Man, I post too many photos
What religion?
You got me waiting around for your call
My faith is patient but it’s hitting a walll
Swear on the book you’re gonna miss me
Kiss me if we’re not gonna talk
You got me giving up on Jesus
I got words that are gonna hurt you
I’m-a go and get the hell out of town
I need you near me
I need a new clue
I want you
He will do what he do
Why did you leave me?
I’m a fool but I’m tired of being foolish
Reading up on history can mess with your head
First Vision
I see it in front of me
This is my first vision
I just tried to pay for a round of drinks on my hotel key
I’ve been depressed lately but I say that I’m happy
I swear to God, I think that death is following me
On my third glass of Malbec
He hasn’t texted me back
I fell in love with him but he’s a married man
Got these feelings I don’t think he’ll understand
I feel the blood rush in my brain when I touch his hand
We could talk for hours
_________ started saying things behind my back
Nobody wants to talk about the elephant
We’ll just ignore the problems ‘til we all forget
My further light and knowledge gave me second sight
I think I lost the spirit
Maybe it’s a sign
Let’s say I gave up God and Jesus
What do I believe in?
I used to feel and now I don’t feel it at all
I’m painting over all the paintings on my wall
My tears are dry
Finally, I feel ten feet tall
Darkness, get behind me
Midnight
Faith, please have a little in me
I know you hate it when I stray
I tried everything
I drank the wine and stained the sheets
I’m clumsy when I speak
You never call me anymore
We’re the past the point of self-control
I’m giving back to you things I thought were true
God, where the hell are you hiding?
My hands are in the air and I’m excited
I’ve been on the run
I’m not coming Sunday
It’s alright
I’ll probably talk to you at midnight
God, I could never be like you
I can’t change and I don’t want to
Fear, that’s what it was, just to be clear
You went and made everything weird
that’s another song, another night, a shot of rum
I guess what’s done is done
I fall and stumble towards the light
I’ll miss the days and nights
My knees will give out soon










