Lyric Church On Sunday

Today is the first day
Of the rest of our lives
Tomorrow is too late                            
To pretend everything s all right
Well, I m not getting any younger
As long as you don t get any older
I m not gonna state that yesterday
Never was

Bloodshot deadbeat
Will I go to sleep
Making your mascara bleed                     
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of my mistakes

(When I say)
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?              
If you live with me, I ll die for you
And this compromise

I hereby solemnly swear
To tell the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
Is what I ll ever hear from you
Trust is a dirty word                            
That comes from such a liar
But respect is something I will learn
If you have faith