No longer easy on the eyes
Your lover seems to have lost the light
Hiding under a bushel no
But the truth is starting to show
You thought you were in love but it was all a show
Pulling back the covers so nobody knows
We are far to easily pleased

No longer easy on the eyes
No reason to apologize
For why you apostatize
You say there believing lies
But where are you hiding the truth
No who's following who

We are far to easily pleased
I am right but i wish i was wrong

Used to be one of the faithful now who are you now
Your belief has taken a bow
No longer following the vow
Bitter little cynics so proud
What happened to us now

There is blood on my hands that is starting to dry.
Some call it love some call is waiting to die
Cause I crucified it but it won't die
What i do is not what i desire caught up in a love a holy fire
We are far to easily pleased

Cross my heart and hope to die
Oh sweet Jesus take me home tonight
I’ve always loved you but its hard to see
I’m always hiding behind mediocrity
Its ok if i strafe cause i know I’ve got grace
If i believe the words i speak
My actions would follow closely
Mostly

Its been a long time coming and now that its arrive
I don’t believe it ill say i do but you can see it in my eyes
I’ve running and from problems and i don’t know why
I 'm trying my best not to sound so distressed about the current state of things
All my friends leaving God at the door I can't take it anymore

Whoa is me
I've got a mess I'm making
Oh it seems
I'm only good at faking things

I'm not ashamed of the words I speak but I don't really know what they mean
I've got a lot of stories to tell but oh we'll whose listening
I've got a lot of books to read but do they really matter if I'm not applying things
I read my bible every morning before I leave the house I am building
If you cant see it or smell it on me am I really changing or just rearranging this

I say such joyful peaceful things but though oh such crooked teeth
I am a chameleon of social means dying my true colors to appease everything
Maybe I should write a book that collects dust on the self and no one takes a look
At the good things that I do but is there goodness enough for me or enough for you

What If my intentions aren't pure well at least I'm honest with The Lord
Now we've all got questions for god
We curse him cause he's not answering them at all
But will answers answers us at all
Is his Brian to big or are ours to small
When it all come to pass will you be the first will you be the last
God bless this brokenness
God bless our questioning
God bless our wandering
And god bless our foolish doubt