John Fullbright - Satan and St. Paul Lyrics

Don’t tell me that you love meI’ve got nothing left in turnExcept this empty bag of promisesAnd second degree burnsOn the tips of my fingersFrom touching certain fruitThat I never should have touched in the first placeWell the sky’s raining fireBut I think I’ll go to bedBecause there ain’t much you can doWhen it burns down on your headExcept pray and beg for mercyFrom this hell that you createdOn the corner of Satan and St. PaulAnd my cup it runneth overAnd it runs down in my eyesMaybe when I’m a little olderI won’t tell myself so many liesWell it took me twenty yearsJust to find myself a penFor to write down all the wordsJust to scratch them out againI could use another twenty yearsTo fix the last fifteenBut it never seems to work to my advantageNow I’m walking here on rusted nailsWith broken wings and battered sailsI told you that I’m leavingBut I’m probably telling liesIf only I could make it outTo Denver, ColoradoI’d book it out of Satan and St. Paul