Lovesick Boy Prays - Etta Marcus

Lyrics by：Etta Marcus

Composed by：Etta Marcus

Produced by：Josh Scarbrow

Lovesick boy prays in my bedroom at night

Says he worships something godlike

His hands make a steeple asking to be forgiven

Patron saint of making war within

And I'll cut my hair if it's the only thing

I haven't tried changing

I'll be your wish I'll be your well

I'll be your little miracle

You're changing for the better

Open a window I'm finding it harder to breath

Summer's on its deathbed and you've no time to grieve

You said you know how to smoke **

You're writing bad poetry

Sing it again play it again

That song that's about me

Baby please hold me

Kiss me goodnight kiss me goodbye

And I'll cut my hair if it's the only thing

I haven't tried changing

I'll be your wish I'll be your well

I'll be your little miracle

You're changing for the better

You're changing for the better

If I had wings I'd cut them off

Give them to you if you asked

If I had wings I'd cut them off

Give them to you if you asked

If I had wings I'd cut them off

Give them to you if you asked