Good God

Thanks to Chris Carrabba for once again perfecting in a song a feeling I cannot articulate myself. 

Dashboard Confessional- Get Me Right

I make my slow way home
Limpin' on broken bones
Out of the sickest heart
  Across the county lines
Onto your wooden stairs
I know you can repair
I know you've seen the light
I know you'll get me right
Right, right, right

I own a sinner's heart
I know the rain falls hard
I know the currency
I know the things you'll need
I hope he hears my prayers
I see you cut your hair
I know you're safe inside
I know you'll get me right
Right, right, right

Oh Jesus, I've fallen
I don't mind the rain if
I meet my maker
I'll meet my maker
Clean
Jesus, the truth is
I struggle so hard to believe
I meet my maker
I need my maker
To cure me of my doubting blood
And drain me of the sins I love
Take from me my disbelief
I know it should come easily
But it remains inside of me
It battles and devours me
It cuddles up beside of me
  And whispers, it convinces me
I'm right