Saints - Alice Kristiansen

Late night, blurry vision

You and me back in this position

Hang tight, baby listen

When you wanna leave, take me by the wrist

And let’s go missing

Fall into your bed with that hunger in your eyes

I can only pray your roommate took her Ambien tonight

Folks can call us juvenile, we can call them jealous

We believe that staying young’s a choice

No matter what they tell us

No matter what they tell us

They say what, what a shame

But we ain’t the kind to go and change

We stay astray misbehave nowadays

Cuz we ain’t tryna be saints

Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints

Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints

Slow dance on the bleachers

I love it when you’re smoking in that old Nirvana t-shirt

Slow jams on your broken speakers

Life and times of the dreamers and the simple creatures

Fill your paper coffee cups with seven dollar wine

Your roommate’s probably praying that we’ll sleep at mine tonight

She can call us juvenile, we can call her jealous

We believe that staying young’s a choice

No matter what they tell us

No matter what they tell us

They say what, what a shame

But we ain’t the kind to go and change

We stay astray misbehave nowadays

Cuz we ain’t tryna be saints

Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints

Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints

Honestly my fear of missing out will be the death of me

Can’t say no to saying yes at every opportunity

Holy Spirit I can feel it in my bones, oh

I’m no sinner but together I just might forsake my soul

They say what, what a shame

But we ain’t the kind to go and change

We stay astray misbehave nowadays

Cuz we ain’t tryna be saints

Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints

Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints

Cuz we ain’t tryna be, tryna be saints