"Lovesick Boy Prays" lyrics

Lovesick boy prays in my bedroom at night
Says he worships something godlike
His hands make a steeple asking to be forgiven
Patron saint of making war within

And I'll cut my hair if it's the only thing I haven't tried changing
I'll be your wish, I'll be your well
I'll be your little miracle
You're changing for the better

Open a window
I'm finding it harder to breathe
Summer's on its deathbed
And you've no time to grieve
Said you know how to smoke weed
You're writing bad poetry
Sing it again
Play it again
That song that's about me
Baby please hold me
Kiss me goodnight
Kiss me goodbye

And I'll cut my hair if it's the only thing I haven't tried changing
I'll be your wish, I'll be your well
I'll be your little miracle
You're changing for the better
You're changing for the better

If I had wings, I'd cut them off
Give them to you if you asked
If I had wings, I'd cut them off
Give them to you if you asked
If I had wings, I'd cut them off
Give them to you if you asked