Falling Star

I don't blame God for the mess that I made
He don't break hearts or reflect on my shame
I became gray: there's no rest in my brain
Lay me down to rest with the rest of my faith

I did it to myself
I did it to myself
I did it to myself
I did it to myself
Help, help

I'm wide awake because "I always stay up"
I lift my face into the sky. Straight up
And though the stars above at times will stray-a-ah
When they fall they turn into Estrella
(Yeah- yeah- mic check- 30)

All I need is a moment for my heart to listen closer
The things we gotta hear are more than often never spoken-
So we speak in sign language- you know "I never listen"
We hardly in the present. Too focused on the closure

Holding my composure; master the fermata
But couldn't get the peace to come together like we wanted
Writing rhymes "right and left;" bass an' treble clef
But if you never "raise your hands" you could never learn to "rest"

There's still habits that I gratify
Lovers turn to alibis
Habits turn to churches
And conviction turns to pantomime

It seems the older that I get the lonelier I feel
It seems I'm shouldering regrets from things that never healed

I'm pondering so often now that I was never saved
I'm Pontius: how I'm haunted by the faces I've betrayed
I made 23 Prayers, I'd take 30 if I could
But even Judas took 30, nailed the Savior to the wood

I don't blame God for the mess that I made
He don't break hearts or reflect on my shame
I became gray: there's no rest in my brain
Lay me down to rest with the rest of my faith

I did it to myself
I did it to myself
I did it to myself