CHURCHES & DIVE BARS Songtext
von Maxwell Luke

In a rented suit
Sitting in a pew
You laid to rest
The boy that I knew

In an old saloon
I sat on a stool
I drank myself into a stupor
And swallowed every bit of you

A sinner pours a glass out for a saint
It′ll go down burning anyway


I got drunk on being bitter
You got wasted on your faith
So I took home a boy that looked like you
And you prayed away my name
So I sit among the freaks
In a goddamn circus tent
While you sit among the angels
That let you play pretend
What a way to forget every bit of pain
The only time I think we might be the same
In a church and a dive bar

What's the point of playing coy?
Of staying gone when you have a choice?
But if I could touch the clouds maybe I could kiss your face
Instead of looking down under a phantom lover′s gaze

I got drunk on being bitter
You got wasted on your faith
So I took home a boy that looked like you
And you prayed away my name
So I sit among the freaks
In a goddamn circus tent
While you sit among the angels
That let you play pretend
What a way to forget every bit of pain
The only time I think we might be the same
In a church and a dive bar


And you went with grace
I went down swinging
But we both found a way to stop ourselves from feeling
But when you bow your head, I raise a glass
If it feels like nothing's changed
Then who's to blame?

I got drunk on being bitter
You got wasted on your faith
So I took home a boy that looked like you
While you prayed away my name

And what a sight to see
A drunk and a closet queen
At least I′m not like you
At least you′re not like me

And what a sight to see
A drunk and a closet queen
At least I'm not like you
At least you′re not like me

And what a sight to see
A drunk and a closet queen
At least I'm not like you
At least you′re not like me