Saintly

Looks like the moon The night you left When you tucked me into bed 'Cause we drank whiskey on the kitchen floor And we laughed about the girl you left me for I wanna ask how you've been sleeping But instead I just stare at the ceiling I wanna tell you how I lost my voice This prayer won't leave my throat I love you but I know That it won't save me Mercy is letting you go So damn saintly You got a sorrow I can't mend Is that just my taste in men? They call it hunger, call it thirst Must be blameless 'cause I put you first I wanna ask how you've been sleeping But instead I just stare at the ceiling I wanna tell you how I lost my voice This prayer won't leave my throat I love you but I know That it won't save me Mercy is letting you go So damn saintly I love you but I know That it won't save me Oh, what good, oh, what good Is being so damn saintly? Oh, what good, oh, what good Is being so damn saintly?