God Write Me a Song

I know I ain’t living right, Lord knows I’ve been living wrong

I’ve been staying up chasing ghost talking to the shadows on the wall

Searching for the words to say till they all start singing along

I bow my head and pray God write me a song

There’s a college-ruled notebook staring at me

Like yesterday’s crossword just begging to be filled in

With scratched out words and phrases that resemble

The pieces of me I’m too afraid to admit

There's an old guitar sitting lonely in the corner

With a story to tell just hoping to get called in

With broken strings and tension that resemble

The pieces of me that I choose to forget

I know I ain’t living right, Lord knows I’ve been living wrong

I’ve been staying up chasing ghost talking to the shadows on the wall

Searching for the words to say till they all start singing along

I bow my head and pray God write me a song

There’s a handmade art class mug from ceramics

Its stained from last night's coffee just waiting for me to quit

On all These lines and rhymes that somehow still resemble

The pieces of me that I can’t seem to forgive

I know I ain’t living right, Lord knows I’ve been living wrong

I’ve been staying up chasing ghost talking to the shadows on the wall

Searching for the words to say till they all start singing along

I bow my head and pray God write me a song

I know I ain’t living right, Lord knows I’ve been living wrong

I’ve been staying up chasing ghost talking to the shadows on the wall

Searching for the words to say till they all start singing along

I bow my head and pray