JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser .
My help comes from You
You're right here, pulling me through
You carry my weakness, my sickness, my brokenness all on Your shoulders
Your shoulders
You mend what once was shattered
And You turn my tears to laughter
Your forgiveness is my fortress
Oh Your mercy is relentless
Take me back to where we were
I could try to break the curse
I'd wipe the dirt off your name
With the shirt off my back
I thought you'd do the same, but you didn't do that
🎶From where you came isn’t who you are🎶
I wish that I could wish you well, but I've got no sympathy to sell
🎶From where you came isn’t who you are🎶
It's hard to burn a memory
And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks, and I saw your mom and she forgot that I exsisted and it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim
Stick Season, Noah Kahan.
And it should be ecstasy
But you made hell from something heavenly
Now I just watch you bleed
It should be easier to leave