I'm Not a Saint

Well I've had one too many cigarettes burning up my lungs 

Had the taste of one too many lips hanging of my tongue, 

oh, oh, oh, oh 

Sunday morning getting high, drinking here alone 

Thinking up a brand new alibi for not coming home, 

oh, oh, oh, oh 

And I'm sorry I say "Fuck" so much 

 I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 

Lord knows I've got habits to break

 I'm really good at being good at goodbyes 

I'm gonna give you fair warning that I 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 

Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes 

And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I 

Sober up and settle down, give a little talk 

'Bout how I can't keep from runnin' 'round 

Say it's not your fault, 

oh, oh, oh, oh 

And I'm sorry I lie so much 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 

Lord knows I've got habits to break 

I'm really good at being good at goodbyes 

I'm gonna give you fair warning that I 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 

Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes 

And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try