I wish it wasn’t 4am, standing in the mirror
Saying to myself, you know you had to do it
I know the bravest thing I ever did was run
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again
But I just
miss you, and I just
wish you were a better man
And I know why we had to say goodbye
Like the back of my hand
And I just
miss you, and I just
wish you were a better man
A better man
The Lord.
