Saint Sinner ft. Alli Fitz Lyrics

Saint Sinner ft. Alli Fitz - Ark Woods

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I know why she quiet

I know in the back of my mind she fightin' the urge to say that I'm lyin'

I'm not but I have in the past

Those feelings, they linger and last

The wrongs that I've done don't longer go

Sit in silence like snakes in the grass

I've grown but the scars remain

Contacts of girls with different names

All of the gaslighting and the, "Now, you crazy"

I feel so ashamed

But I'm not the victim in this

My thoughts stay balled in my fist

They're all mine, let it heal on their own time, I'm on a line like a fish

And I ain't goin' nowhere

This is the bed that we lay in together

She chose me after all my mistakes, so I gotta do better

Yeah, I learned a lesson or two

But at the cost of who?

Every mistake made got a price paid

And I'm sorry it had to be you

I keep breakin' these walls down

Girl, I'm runnin' back to your love

And even if it ain't the same, don't mean it can't get better in time

And even if these walls never come down, then I'll climb

Baby, I can be your saint sinner

Breakfast, lunch and dinner

Loser to winner, uh

I can be your saint sinner

Breakfast, lunch and dinner

Warmth in the winter, uh

I know that you love me

And you know that I never stop feelin' the same

These days get split in half, it's a war in my heart and my brain

My mind is my tellin' me, "No"

But my body is tellin' me, "You gonna change"

Whenever I try to walk away, all I hear is the jingle of chains

I wish I could tell you how much that it hurt without hurtin' you in the process

Wish I could check you on notifications without hurtin' us and our progress

I just wanna go back in time, to before you crossed the line

Before part of me died and started to hate you, and this pain wasn't mine

Don't want you to think that I'm sayin' all this to hurt you

I wish the rumors never were true

Wish we could be happy again, wish your parents gave you better virtue, but they ain't

And that's a shame 'cause you to blame

You held the gun and it was at me that you aimed (bang)

You keep breakin' these walls down

Boy, you might be little too late

Now and then I'll smile, but I don't think I got more space on my plate

I think you might just be too late

Baby, I can be your saint sinner

Breakfast, lunch and dinner

Loser to winner, uh

I can be your saint sinner

Breakfast, lunch and dinner

Warmth in the winter, uh

You can be my saint sinner

Breakfast, lunch or dinner

Loser to winner, uh

You can be my saint sinner

Breakfast, lunch or dinner

Cold, cold winter, uh