The Rest Of Us

There are those of us who get it right on the very first try

There are those of us who stopped buying and selling

The same old lies

People ask 'em how they're doing

They say, "Good," and it's true

Oh, when they sleep just like a baby

The whole night true

Then there's the rest of us

Burning everything they touch

Who keep doing things, ruin things, losing things

And screwing things up

Then there's the rest of us

Using love as a weapon

Confusing hell for heaven

Praying grace will be enough

Oh, thank God, for people like you

Who never give up

Oh, on the rest of us

There are those of us

Got them recovery stories

Who somehow found a way to get out of the way of themselves

And there are those who never miss a damn Sunday morning

Who somewhere along they way, they learned how to ask for help

And then there's the rest of us

Burning everything they touch

Just keep doing things, ruin things, losing things

And screwing things up

Then there's the rest of us

Using love as a weapon

Confusing hell for heaven

Praying grace will be enough

Oh, thank God, for people like you

Who never give up

Oh, on the rest of us

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You always showed me good love

You always gave me good love

You always had me on time

Always, always online (always, always online)

No, you never gave up

No, you never gave up

On the rest of us

Burning everything we touch

Who keep doing things, ruin things, losing things

And just screwing things up

For the rest of us

Using love as a weapon

Confusing hell for heaven

Praying grace will be enough

Oh, thank God, for people like you

Who never give up

Oh, I wanna thank God for somebody like you

Who never gave up

Oh, on the rest of us