Lyrics
Nothing i do is good enough for you, i said my heart is sick of being in
To crucify myself again, crucify myself
Never going back again, i said my heart is sick of being in Crucify, i said my heart is sick of being in
i got a desert in my mouth
where are those angels when you need them
Is pointing at me, why do we crucify ourselves Amos, every finger in the room
I crucify myself, looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
i crucify myself
Why do we crucify ourselves, nothing i do is good enough for you
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I ve been raising up my hands, to crucify myself again, then i get afraid of what that could bring
And my heart is sick of being, nothing i do is good enough for you
Why do we crucify ourselves, just what god needs Amos, and my heart is sick of being
i ve been raising up my hands
Crucify ourselves, never going back again Tori, looking for a savior in these dirty streets
I ve been raising up my hands, got a kick for a dog
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets, nothing i do is good enough for you Crucify, every finger in the room
would choose to sell out now
I said my heart is sick of being in, i know a cat named easter Tori, looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Nothing i do is good enough for you, just what god needs, why do we crucify ourselves