Beautiful Things - Corey Smith

I got a problem I hate to admit

Hell, no one likes talkin' about it

It’s the painful condition of every man

We’d all be saints here without it

It’s these beautiful things

I’m like a moth to a flame

And it’s burnin' my wings away

It’s money and sex

It’s money and drugs

It’s the longing to look young forever

It’s reachin' for more when you’re all ready full

It’s all this destructive behavior

It’s these beautiful things

I’m like a moth to a flame

And it’s burning my wings away

And no one promises tomorrow

Our best laid plans might go to waste, uh-huh they may

It all might tumble down around use

But I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid

'Cause I’ve got a little faith and a holy grace

And we’ve got love in our hearts

And I’m tryin real hard to do somethin' good today