All of these things make my soul so cold
How come they are not getting old?
But Jesus
Has granted me the power
To be bold
To say no
Why is it that the hardest person to say no to
Is myself
And, damn,
I hate asking for help.
I hate how I am not God.
And I hate
That I hate that
Who am I
To demand so much control
Yet when it is “granted”
I take no responsibility
I impolitely decline
True Sadness, by the Avett Brothers
Really hits
When I find myself like this
Lord,
Help me be okay with the fact
That I will always be a mess
And that you don’t love me any less
Because your blood
it is priceless
Forgive me for believing
The same lies I always do
I philia you Lord,
But you know all things
All I can ask
Is that you move in me
Please, please move
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