The Saints

Saint Matthew taught me not to love Until I loved myself enough. And I know that I don't yet So I'm jumping on a jet That's heading in a new direction I'm working on some self-reflection 'Til I can look in the mirror again And call myself a friend Saint Joshua pulled my heart Right out of my chest with the help of Saint Garth Took me into the summer and out of the woods A song so good that I feel understood Out of the woods, and into the summer Out of the woods, and into the summer Out of the woods, and into the summer Out of the woods EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT