Well I've had one too many cigarettes, burning up my lungs Had the taste of one too many lips, hanging off my tongue Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Sunday morning getting high, drinking here alone Thinking up a brand new alibi for not coming home Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh And I'm sorry I said fuck so much I'm not a saint but I could be if I tried Lord knows I got habits to praise I'm really good at being good at goodbyes I'm gonna give you fair warning that I I'm not a saint but I could be if I tried Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side I'm not a saint but I could be if I Summer up and settle down, give a little talk About how I can't keep from running around, say it's not your fault Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh And I'm sorry I lied so much I'm not a saint but I could be if I tried Lord knows I got habits to praise I'm really good at being good at goodbyes I'm gonna give you fair warning that I I'm not a saint but I could be if I tried Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side I'm not a saint but I could be if I tried Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I'm gonna give you fair warning that I Will be the reason for the tears in your eyes I'm not a saint but I could be if I tried Lord knows I got habits to praise I'm really good at being good at goodbyes I'm gonna give you fair warning that I I'm not a saint but I could be if I tried Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side I'm gonna give you fair warning that I Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I'm not a saint but I could be if I tried