You Will Not

He said enough about me,

baby what do you think of me?

I said you look just fine

Sweet girl with venom

On behalf of your wrath I’d like to say sorry,

but I have one thousand times

You will not be my God.

In broken rhymes he changed my mind

By day he plays the martyr

and rodeo king by night

Won’t beg for help with this mess

but the mess you left it begs the question

Am i even mine?

You will not be my God

You will not be my God

You lost your mind up on cloud nine

When you locked yourself in your own shrine

You lost your mind up on cloud 9

When you looked yourself in your own shrine

You will not be my God

You will not be my God

You will not be my God

Be my God

You Will not be my God

You will not be my God