Falling Star - NAK

I don’t blame God for the mess that I made

He don’t break hearts or reflect on my shame

I became gray: there’s no rest in my brain

Lay me down to rest with the rest of my faith

I did it to myself

I did it to myself

I did it to myself

I did it to myself

Help, help

I’m wide awake because «I always stay up»

I lift my face into the sky. Straight up

And though the stars above at times will stray-a-ah

When they fall they turn into Estrella

(Yeah- yeah- mic check- 30)

All I need is a moment for my heart to listen closer

The things we gotta hear are more than often never spoken-

So we speak in sign language- you know «I never listen»

We hardly in the present. Too focused on the closure

Holding my composure; master the fermata

But couldn’t get the peace to come together like we wanted

Writing rhymes «right and left;» bass an' treble clef

But if you never «raise your hands» you could never learn to «rest»

There’s still habits that I gratify

Lovers turn to alibis

Habits turn to churches

And conviction turns to pantomime

It seems the older that I get the lonelier I feel

It seems I’m shouldering regrets from things that never healed

I’m pondering so often now that I was never saved

I’m Pontius: how I’m haunted by the faces I’ve betrayed

I made 23 Prayers, I’d take 30 if I could

But even Judas took 30, nailed the Savior to the wood

I don’t blame God for the mess that I made

He don’t break hearts or reflect on my shame

I became gray: there’s no rest in my brain

Lay me down to rest with the rest of my faith

I did it to myself

I did it to myself

I did it to myself