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Saints

 

Saints


Late night, blurry vision
You and me back in this position
Hang tight, baby listen
When you wanna leave take me by the wrist and let's go missing

Fall into your bed with that hunger in your eyes
I can only pray your roommate took her Ambien tonight
Folks can call us juvenile, we can call 'em jealous
We believe that staying young's a choice no matter what they tell us
No matter what they tell us

They say what, what a shame
But we ain't the kind to go and change
We stay, straight misbehave nowadays
'Cause we ain't tryna be saints
'Cause we ain't tryna be, tryna be saints
'Cause we ain't tryna be, tryna be saints

Slow dance, on the bleachers
I love it when you're smoking in that old Nirvana t-shirts
Slow jams on your broken speakers
Life and times of the dreamers and the simple creatures

Fill you paper coffee cups and seven dollar wine
Your roommate's probably praying that we'll sleep at mine tonight
She can call us juvenile, we can call her jealous
We believe that staying young is a choice no matter what they tell us
No matter what they tell us

They say what, what a shame
But we ain't the kind to go and change
We stay, straight misbehave nowadays
'Cause we ain't tryna be saints
'Cause we ain't tryna be, tryna be saints
'Cause we ain't tryna be, tryna be saints

Honestly my fear of missing out will be the death of me
Can't say no to saying yes at every opportunity
Holy spirit, I can feel it in my bones, oh
I'm no sinner but together I just might forsake my soul

They say what, what a shame
But we ain't the kind to go and change
We stay, straight misbehave nowadays
'Cause we ain't tryna be saints
'Cause we ain't tryna be, tryna be saints
'Cause we ain't tryna be, tryna be saints
'Cause we ain't tryna be, tryna be saints

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