Freedom has never tasted so much like vinegar

But I hope you pursue her

Instead of lurking around me

Like a homeless puppy on the streets

Who’s begging to be loved

Because we both know it can’t be me

The toxic air being released from my lungs

Who knew I could handle it for so long

The strain on my heart had no end

I don’t think we could’ve ever been “just friends”

Christ is the one who’s better

But I still won’t be breathing when I see her

Stealing the way that your hands traced my back

She took the toxic air away and made you something to survive on

Who knew it could be done?

My heart will mourn as a funeral for my dependence on earthly things

But my soul will soon be able to sing

Because of the love that Christ has poured out to me

So praise him, praise him

For taking the toxic air and making it clean