Lovesick Boy Prays

Lovesick boy prays in my bedroom at night
Says he worships something godlike
His hands make a steeple, asking to be forgiven
Patron saint of making war within

And I'll cut my hair if it's the only thing
I haven't tried changing
I'll be your wish, I'll be your well
I'll be your little miracle

You're changing for the better

Open a window, I'm finding it
Harder to breathe
Summer's on its deathbed and you've no
Time to grieve

Said you know how to smoke weed, you're writing bad poetry
Sing it again, play it again
That song that's about me, baby, please hold me
Kiss me goodnight, kiss me goodbye

And I'll cut my hair if it's thе only thing
I haven't tried changing
I'll be your wish, I'll bе your well
I'll be your little miracle

You're changing
For the better
You're changing
For the better

If I had wings, I'd cut them off
Give them to you if you asked
If I had wings, I'd cut them off
Give them to you if you asked

If I had wings, I'd cut them off
Give them to you if you asked