You're Not A Saint


Some sex gets left with my regrets
But you won't hold me hostage dear
You made me crawl to scale your concrete walls
So let me make this crystal clear

Strained to land your plane in time
Until nobody really cared
We've heard your lies through the tears you've cried
But now I'm far away from there

You're not a saint, bitch
You're not a saint, bitch

You're not a saint, bitch
Why don't you get over it?

Some stress is left to be addressed
With all the letters never sent
You brought me down to be your circus clown
But I won't ever fall again

Strangers made from time apart
Until we can't recall your name
But somewhere now in the ghetto baby
I'm not surprised you look the same

You're not a saint, bitch
You're not a saint, bitch

You're not a saint, bitch
Why don't you get over it?

Take a plane to Montreal, move your things and forget it all
Pace the floors and walk the halls, what does it matter in the end?

I'd like to say that it's something else, though you love the taste you hate the smell
With some random myths that you'll dispell, now there's still nothing to defend
Oh there's nothing to defend, there's nothing to defend...

You're not a saint, bitch
You're not a saint, bitch

You're not a saint, bitch
Why don't you get over it?

Yeah why don't you get over it?
Why don't you get over it?

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