Sunday shoes in a Friday fight,
Bible in the backseat, high on hindsight.
Cross on the dash, crack in the glass,
God don’t talk when you drive this fast.
Been baptized in mistakes and smoke,
Every promise I made, half-broke.
I light candles just to see my sins,
Burn slow like the shape I’m in.

Yeah, I talk to heaven like an old ex-friend,
Every word we share got a bitter end.

Cold amen, whisper through my teeth,
Faith on ice, still under my skin.
I been praying just to hear some peace,
But the echo don’t let me in.
Cold amen, love me like a sin,
Say goodbye and start again.

I wear guilt like a fitted suit,
Tailored lies and a Sunday truth.
Tried to change, but the mirror don’t move,
Guess grace don’t stick when you got no proof.
I keep receipts from the things I lost,
Every dream got a hidden cost.
If redemption’s a drug, I’m off that dose,
Too numb to feel, too close to ghost.

Yeah, I said I’d quit, I said I’d try,
But faith feel fake when your hope run dry.
I got psalms in my phone I’ll never send,
Prayers unsent to a god or a friend.
Still, I rise on the wrong side daily,
Call it growth if the pain don’t break me.
Ain’t holy, ain’t heathen — just human maybe.

Cold amen, whisper through my teeth,
Faith on ice, still under my skin.
I been praying just to hear some peace,
But the echo don’t let me in.
Cold amen, love me like a sin,
Say goodbye and start again.

“If silence is a sermon…
then I been listening too long.”