Rags

All that I am is your demand, Lord I know

But I'm hiding my heart in these better man's clothes

Hiding my worst with what worth I could bring

But I'm just a dog with a bird in my teeth

And why, though I'm hopeless, you're holding to me?

I don't know...

God I can't, if I hate what this is

High and fat off the faith of better men

Meaning in mercy till' death will I cling

But worth in the worthless is so hard to see

If broken before you is the best we can be

In the end

Stop my heart, it played it's part, but let it go

I can't pay half of the work that you're owed

And I'll take what I get

I'd rather it Hell than to answer for this

If all that I am

Ain't enough