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Maybe I hurt you, baby, when I put you in front of the sun

Don’t need a tragedy, don’t need a twist of fate to make an impactful denouement

Maybe we’re scorned, hey baby, got a little too close to the sun

No ounce of sympathy will ever pull you out of this broke direction

Because you do what you can, you can’t make god outta man

And all those thought out plans and every hand upon hand

And yeah, you do what you can but you’re just a man

So grounded, honey, how you made me feel just like dirt

Tryna escape it l, well, she wanna hurt herself, well, I triеd for what it’s worth

Maybe we’re brokеn baby doesn’t mean I was wrong at first

Said he’s abused enough, then started using, oh, now he’s a nasty piece of work

Because you do what you can, you can’t make god outta man

And all those thought out plans and every hand upon hand

And yeah, you do what you can but you’re still a man

You’re just a boy

You know God wouldn’t fuck around

Yeah, it made you so bitter

This mental armour

Might as well be litter

Yeah, the way it’ll harm you

Might just make you spit it spit it spit it spit it out

Because you do what you can, you can’t make god outta man

And all those thought out plans and every hand upon hand

And yeah, you do what you can but you’re still a man

You’re just a boy

You know God wouldn’t fuck around