Enemies

Your enemies Well they lost their heart And they lost their groove Now they're never getting nothing back They're silly little fools Well can you love them now? And can you wish them well? Until they're only seeing light from you Once you wished them dead And you lost your shit You found a selfless place Where you've really risen over it My enemies, Well they sleep in my bed And they play my guitars And they never even call me back What simple little fools Always doing what I expected them to do But in kindness I I accept them as they are Lord knows they bite my style Hardly worth my while So I help them anyway With love I wish them Originality Well it won't be long now Till we'll be having a ball Reunited, cleaned up, found Jesus Well just look at us all