Would You Believe (For Every Time I Fell on my Knees)

"And Just Like That, Everything Sounded Different"

Live from Petit Champlain, Quebec, Canada, March 7, 2015

I would have loved to be somebody else
(would you believe, would you believe)
I’ve cut myself, and prayed for death
(would you believe, would you believe)
This is unreal I realize, we’re too young for regrets
(would you believe, would you believe)
I gave it up, gave it up, hard to deny

I would have loved to feel merciful grace
(would you believe, would you believe)
I’ve drunk from the cup, fell on my knees
(would you believe, would you believe)
I realize, we’re too young for regrets
I gave it up, gave it up, hard to deny

This is this time, I should say I’ve had enough
It’s better to dream than live and deny

Would you believe if I swear, if I swear
We’re spoiling hope bleeding the lies
We’re way too numb to feel alive

Would you believe if I swear, if I swear
Can’t you read between the lines
We’re screaming love without a cry

I would have loved to be somebody else
(would you believe, would you believe)
I’ve cut myself and prayed for death
(would you believe, would you believe)
After all the pills I realize, we’re too young for regrets
(would you believe, would you believe)
I gave it up, gave it up, hard to deny

This is this time, I should say I’ve had enough
It’s better to dream than live and deny

Would you believe if I swear, if I swear
We’re spoiling hope bleeding the lies
We’re way too numb to feel alive

Would you believe if I swear, if I swear
Can’t you read between the lines
We’re screaming love without a cry

For every time I fell on my knees
I am what I am
For every time I begged you please
I am what I am
Better take that you motherfuckers

I would have loved to be somebody else
I cut myself and prayed for death
After all the pills I realize, we’re too young for regrets
I gave it up, gave it up, I gave it up all
I gave it up, gave it up, I gave it up all
I gave it up, gave it up, I gave it up all
I gave it up, gave it up, I gave it up all

Words: A. Foster
Music: Your Favorite Enemies