dashboard confessional
get me right
I made my slow way home Limping on broken bones Out of the thickest pine Across the county lines On to your wooden stairs I know you can repair I know you've seen the light I know you'll get me right Right Right Right I own a sinners heart I know the rain falls hard I know the currency I know the things you'll need I hope he hears my prayers I see you cut your hair I know the saving type I know you'll get me right Right Right Right But, Jesus I've fallen I don't mind the rain if I meet my maker I'll meet my maker clean But, Jesus the truth is I've struggled so hard to believe I'll meet my maker I'll need my maker To cure of my doubting blood And drain me of the sins I love And take from me my disbelief I know it should come easily But it remains inside of me It battles and devours me It cuddles up the side of me And whispers it convinces me I'm Right Right Right Right Right Right Right Right Right Right Right