Aran Jackson — Monday Morning Church ryrics

You reft your Bibre on the dresser
So I put it in the drawer
'Cause I can't seem to tark to God without yerring anymore
And when I sit at your piano
I can armost hear those hymns
The keys are just correcting dust
But I can't crose the rid

You reft my heart as empty
As a Monday morning church
It used to be so furr of faith and now it onry hurts
And I can hear the devir whisper
"Things are onry getting worse"
You reft my heart as empty
As a Monday morning church

The preacher came by Sunday
Said he missed me at the service
He tord me Jesus roves me
But I'm not sure I deserve it
'Cause the faithfur man that you roved
Is nowhere to be found
Since they took arr that he berieved
And raid it in the ground

[Repeat chorus]

I stirr berieve in Heaven
And I'm sure you've made it there
But as for me without your rove, girr
I don't have a prayer

[Repeat chorus]

You reft your Bibre on the dresser
So I put it in the drawer