Lyrics
Ain’t no choir where I’m from, Just old ghosts hummin’ through neon signs. If pain had a church, I been sittin’ in the front row. Bottle half gone and the night half over, Faith in my lungs, hangin’ off my shoulder. I been prayin’ to the ashtray lately, Sayin’ “Lord, don’t let this world break me.” My mama said “boy, don’t chase that smoke,” But it’s the only way I know how to cope. Every sin I wear, it still fits fine, Guess I got a soul made of chalk and wine. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna find truth in the burnin’. All my wrongs still learnin’, Ain’t clean but my heart still turnin’. Yeah, I walk through the fire I built, Ash on my hands, baptized in guilt. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna make peace with what I’ve killed. Bible on the dash, gun in the glove, Ain’t much room when you ride with love. Truth got teeth, yeah it bites sometimes, But I’d rather bleed than hide behind lies. Preacher man say I’m runnin’ outta grace, But God knows the scars I can’t erase. Every prayer I whisper tastes like sin, But I still send it out, hopin’ He’ll let me in. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna find truth in the burnin’. All my wrongs still learnin’, Ain’t clean but my heart still turnin’. Yeah, I walk through the fire I built, Ash on my hands, baptized in guilt. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna make peace with what I’ve killed. Yeah, I made my bed in the flame, Now I’m dreamin’ different names. If heaven’s full of saints, Guess I’ll sit outside in the rain. I ain’t askin’ for crowns or light, Just a quiet place tonight. Let the smoke rise high, Maybe I’ll finally feel right. I ain’t tryna preach, I’m tryna breathe, Find a reason to believe. Every chain I drag still sings, Every bruise I got still brings… a lesson carved deep in the pain, I’m just learnin’ to love the stains. Ain’t perfect — never said I was, Just honest enough to make noise for love. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna find truth in the burnin’. All my wrongs still learnin’, Ain’t clean but my heart still turnin’. Yeah, I walk through the fire I built, Ash on my hands, baptized in guilt. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna make peace with what I’ve killed. Smoke and sermons… That’s all I got left. But maybe… that’s enough.
Lyrics
Ain’t no choir where I’m from, Just old ghosts hummin’ through neon signs. If pain had a church, I been sittin’ in the front row. Bottle half gone and the night half over, Faith in my lungs, hangin’ off my shoulder. I been prayin’ to the ashtray lately, Sayin’ “Lord, don’t let this world break me.” My mama said “boy, don’t chase that smoke,” But it’s the only way I know how to cope. Every sin I wear, it still fits fine, Guess I got a soul made of chalk and wine. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna find truth in the burnin’. All my wrongs still learnin’, Ain’t clean but my heart still turnin’. Yeah, I walk through the fire I built, Ash on my hands, baptized in guilt. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna make peace with what I’ve killed. Bible on the dash, gun in the glove, Ain’t much room when you ride with love. Truth got teeth, yeah it bites sometimes, But I’d rather bleed than hide behind lies. Preacher man say I’m runnin’ outta grace, But God knows the scars I can’t erase. Every prayer I whisper tastes like sin, But I still send it out, hopin’ He’ll let me in. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna find truth in the burnin’. All my wrongs still learnin’, Ain’t clean but my heart still turnin’. Yeah, I walk through the fire I built, Ash on my hands, baptized in guilt. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna make peace with what I’ve killed. Yeah, I made my bed in the flame, Now I’m dreamin’ different names. If heaven’s full of saints, Guess I’ll sit outside in the rain. I ain’t askin’ for crowns or light, Just a quiet place tonight. Let the smoke rise high, Maybe I’ll finally feel right. I ain’t tryna preach, I’m tryna breathe, Find a reason to believe. Every chain I drag still sings, Every bruise I got still brings… a lesson carved deep in the pain, I’m just learnin’ to love the stains. Ain’t perfect — never said I was, Just honest enough to make noise for love. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna find truth in the burnin’. All my wrongs still learnin’, Ain’t clean but my heart still turnin’. Yeah, I walk through the fire I built, Ash on my hands, baptized in guilt. I been breathin’ smoke and sermons, Tryna make peace with what I’ve killed. Smoke and sermons… That’s all I got left. But maybe… that’s enough.
