Spilling My Guts

It's not a good morning to be late I bailed last night, I think you're sad today I got lost in the part of town with motels and abortion signs But today I learned that you have your mother's eyes Spilling coffee, spilling my guts Not for the congregation, for me for once I thought that we were family but this Sunday I'm with yours I don't hear too much from mine like I did before Holding my breath, you're holding me You're not a secret that I want to keep I asked you"do you think I'll regret what I've done?" You said"that's just what it feels like to disappoint everyone" Am I wrong to leave it all behind? How could your mom be so nice, so nice Am I wrong to leave it all behind? How could your mom be so nice, so nice So nice So nice So nice So nice So nice So nice