Praying To The Wrong God - Jon McLaughlin

She don’t know you but she swear she knows your type

Got a mouth full of opinions and most are wrong

But they all sound right

And the ring around her finger is only there for make you

Wish you were the one for her

So I’m praying to keep me from breaking

From being another loser helpless at her side

And it’s crazy, it’s like no one can save me this time

She’s got me praying to the wrong god every night

Praying to the wrong god every night

There’s a reason no one knows her name

If she don’t tell you then she never has to change it

She’s allergic to «I Love You"s and staying in one place

For too long

If you blink she’s gone

So I’m praying to keep me from breaking

From being another loser helpless at her side

And it’s crazy, it’s like no one can save me this time

She’s got me praying to the wrong god every night

Praying to the wrong god every night

Make her make me mean more

Or make her go away

Make her make me mean more

Or make her go away

I’m praying to keep me from breaking

From being another loser helpless at her side

(Woah)

And it’s crazy, like no one can save me this time

She’s got me praying to the wrong god every night

Praying to the wrong god every night

She’s got me praying to the wrong god every night…

(Every night)