Praying To The Wrong God

Jon McLaughlin · Indiana [2007]

She don't know you

but swear she knows your type

Got a mouth full of opinions

and most are wrong

But they all sound right

And the ring around her finger

is only there to

make you wish you were

the one for her



So I'm praying

to keep me from breaking

From being another loser helpless at her side

And it's crazy,

it's like no one can save me this time

She's got me praying to the wrong god every night

Praying to the wrong god every night



There's a reason no one knows her name

If she don't tell you then she never has to change it

She's allergic to "I Love Yous"

and staying in one place for too long

If you blink she's gone



So I'm praying

to keep me from breaking

From being another loser helpless at her side

And it's crazy,

it's like no one can save me this time

She's got me praying to the wrong god every night

Praying to the wrong god every night



Make her, make me, mean more

Or make her go away

Make her, make me, mean more

Or make her go away



I'm praying

to keep me from breaking

From being another loser helpless at her side (Woah)

And it's crazy,

like no one can save me this time

She's got me praying to the wrong god every night

Praying to the wrong god

She's got me praying to the wrong god every night...

(Every night)