Patch You Through

Hang up the call

And I’m still sad for you

I try to patch you through to God

I swear I don’t know what I’d do

If I were you

If I were you

Consider all

And it’s still bad for you

And I file a complaint to God

I swear you are a saint compared

To what you’ve been through

To what you’ve been through

And I admit it’s not my place to make it all okay

But I think it’s fair that you’re aware

You don’t have to tell me I already know I’m

Missing the big picture

I know I’m small

but I’m still here for you

I try to patch you through to God

I swear I’m doing my best by you

You keep me up all night

I try and know what’s right

But I end up eating ice cream in the dark

And I admit it’s not my place to make it all okay

But I think it’s fair that you’re aware

You don’t have to tell me I already know I’m

Missing the big picture

But it’s not fair

It’s not fair

It’s not fair