sometimes i pray

i can't always stand by myself

but lord knows i've tried

i ain't as tough as i seem sometimes

as much as i fight

tonight i'm leaning on the bottle

with a bible in my hand

and kneeling like you taught me by this empty king size bed

but sometimes i pray

but not like i would

if you were here

and sometimes i drink a little more than i should

to fight back the tears

when i'm holdin on to my last breath

and i'm drowning in that drop that's left

and he knows

i don't know what to say

sometimes i pray

well i've given him the blame for my pain

time after time

and i've walked a fine line between hell and playing with fire

and i wonder why he listens as i stumble for a words

but that red and white gets clearer with every single verse

but sometimes i pray

but not like i would if you were here

and sometimes i drink a little more than i should to fight back the tears

when i'm holdin on to my last breath

and i'm drowning in that drop that's left

and he knows

i don't know what to say

sometimes i pray

sometimes i pray

but not like i would if mama was here

and sometimes i drink a little more than i should to drown out the tears

when i'm holdin on to my last breath

and i'm drowning in that drop that's left

and he knows

i don't know what to say

sometimes i pray

sometimes i pray