Miss Vintage Temporary Like Me Lyrics

Karma holds us in her deadly charms
And convinces us
We will fall in the end
We swallow hard at our redemption tales
But have yet to taste all of their sweet mercies
But see my darling
You are twenty gospel songs
To souls with aching desires
To sing
And tonight we'll craft ourselves as perfect skylines
But in the end
We'll see we're less than that
These are words
That I've rehearsed in my head
(I love you)
But these bones are for you to love instead
And if God he can forgive
Why can't I give grace to me?
To a man in need of shreds of clemency

Your story is my glory
I am the mannequin's eyes