Heavenly Hymns for the Heart - Mad Jessica

If things aren't adding up, start taking away She never meant that much to me anyway And I'm on my own Sittin' in the basement just-a biding my time A pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine And I'm on my own When the groove becomes a rut and you can't get out Climbin' the walls 'cause you can't be without her now It's hard to make plans when you ain't got a future A part time punk and a part time loser Maybe something will change tonight Since she went away things haven't been the same My friends don't come around 'cause they say I'm lame But maybe something will change tonight When the groove becomes a rut and you can't get out And you're climbin' the walls 'cause you can't be without her now Shoot for the moon (shoot for the moon) Aim for the stars (aim for the stars) Shoot to kill Aim for the heart Shoot for the moon (shoot for the moon) Aim for the stars (aim for the stars) Shoot to kill Aim for the heart When things aren't adding up, start taking away I was never good at math and through the teeth I paid And I'm on my own Sittin' in the basement just-a writin' a tune It's 4 AM now, be 5 AM soon And I'm on my own When the groove becomes a rut and you can't get out And you're climbin' the walls 'cause you can't do without her now Shoot for the moon (shoot for the moon) Aim for the stars (aim for the stars) Shoot to kill Aim for the heart Shoot for the moon (shoot for the moon) Aim for the stars (aim for the stars) Shoot to kill Aim for the heart

This is as good a place to fall as any We'll build our altar here Make me your Maria I'm already on my knees You had Jesus on your breath And I caught Him in mine Sweating out confessions The undone and the divine 'Cause this is his body, this is his love Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough Yeah, I can't get enough Spilt milk tears, I did this for you Spilling over the idle, the black and the blue The sweetest submission, drinking it in The wine, the women, the bedroom hymns 'Cause this is his body, this is his love Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough Yeah, I can't get enough I'm not here looking for absolution Because I've found myself an old solution I'm not here looking for absolution Because I've found myself an old solution This is his body, this is his love Such selfish prayers, I can't get enough This is his body, oh, this is his love Such selfish prayers, I can't get enough (whoa, whoa) I can't get enough (whoa, whoa) Yeah, I can't get enough (whoa, whoa) Yeah, ah, ah