Good Intentions and Sin
Wipe the slate clean
Before I make another mark
I can't believe
That life's meant to be this hard
But there they are
All written in read
Every damned word
That I've ever said
In this picture perfect image I was made
I didn't take the bite still I can't be saved
So I leave room for the spirit and room for the gin
Maybe I'm just a body of good intentions and sin
Wipe the slate clean
It was just my ambition
That built these walls so high
That built this prison
But there it is
Like a twisted ironic view
I'm to good to throw away
But I'm to bad to use
In this picture perfect image I was made
I didn't take the bite still I can't be saved
So I leave room for the spirit and room for the gin
Maybe I'm just a body of good intentions and sin
When I miss the mark
You know I'll shoot again
For all the pieces good and bad
Are all the pieces of who I am
Wipe the slate clean
I meant nobody no harm
Bu the dark is just to dark
And the light is just to warm
But there it is
The choice I've got to make
To give an answer
To the question I can't shake
In this picture perfect image I was made
I didn't take the bite still I can't be saved
So I leave room for the spirit and room for the gin
Maybe I'm just a body of good intentions and sin