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

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

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

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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