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