Counting crimes - Nessa barrett

Talk how you talk
And walk how you walk
Cause I'd have a problem sleeping
Wondering Eyes, uncomfortable lies
You seem to sleep just fine
Cause I'm not a saint
And I make mistakes
But next to you I'm holy
Oh I'm praying for your soul now, praying for your soul

If we're counting crimes
Nickels and dimes
We'd both be vicious but you'd be the richest around
Around

I could never love me again
I could never trust me again
If I did half of what you did, this shit loves to make me sick
I can never love me, love me, love me again