Tell me when, tell me how
I'm already lost, can't hear over sounds
From my own hand rubbing salt in old wounds
I prayed, I prayed and
God sent me right to voicemail
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
Tell me when, tell me how
I'm already lost, can't hear over sounds
From my own hand rubbing salt in old wounds
I prayed, I prayed and
God sent me right to voicemail