Lucrative Thoughts Lyrics

It's a Sunday morning, and I'll be tryna find God by my side tonight

Since you've been falling, I've been tryna catch you but you're leaving me behind

I can't deal with this and my open palms have turned into fists again

It's all going down the same and I'm turning into the man you changed back then

One hand on the IV drip and my fingers begin to slip to you

To you, to you

I can't help but get one last touch I never thought that I could lose enough for you

To you, for you

My lucrative thoughts are a pain but to ignore them would mean to never look again at you

At you, at you

I can only think as I reach out that I'm so glad that I found myself in you

In you, In you

Your face is changing, for better or for worse I just know it hurts you deep

Your expressions lately, seem so sour and cold I know you can't sleep

I know heaven is on your side but the land in which, we reside is pain

And they're saying that you'll be fine but the converging beats of machines don't lie in vain

One hand on the IV drip and my fingers begin to slip to you

To you, to you

I can't help but get one last touch I never thought that I could lose enough for you

To you, for you

My lucrative thoughts are a pain but to ignore them would mean to never look again at you

At you, at you

I can only think as I reach out that I'm so glad that I found myself in you

In you, In you