My errors,

Please don’t count them,

I run forwards with my head facing back.

Firewood soaked,

No fire,

God, I should be leaping for joy instead I’m wasting time.

Jesus I’m scared of what you see, what you’ll find

My errors, my errors.

These errors haunt, oh so many errors, I’ve lost count.


I want to be your friend, but I don’t change.

Talk big stuff then walk away when you call my name.



Still you want and love me and it’s everything I need.

You never trade me to the other team.

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