But I've had one too many cigarettes
Burning up my lungs
Had the taste of one too many lips
Hanging of my tongue, oh, oh
Sunday morning getting high
Drinking here alone
Thinking up a brand new alibi
For not coming home, oh, oh
And I'm sorry
I say fuck so much

I'm not a saint
But I could be if I try
Lord knows I've got habits to break
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 try
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

Sover up and settle down
Give a little talk
'bout how I can't keep from runnin round
Say it's such a fault, oh, oh
And I'm sorry I lie so much

I'm not a saint
But I could be if I try
Lord knows I've got habits to break
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 try
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

Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, 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 try
Lord knows I've got habits to break
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 try
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

Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh

I'm not a saint
But I could be if I try