Daniel Ulibarri

Love

Love, is it too late to let you in?
Trade all your love for sins
I’m ready to repent.

Take, if all requests are genuine
Take me back and hand me wings
Just like a cherubim.

And as you push me away
Forget how I used to pray.

Love, we’re far from Eden
But I like it, truth be told.
Babe, I’m such a heathen
In just the right way.
There’s room to grow.

Love, is it too late for us to mend?
I treated sermons like a prank.

Guess I could stay for a drink
Ooh, I take another pill
Cause I love the way it feels
But there ain’t nothing like the real thing.

No, it’s not enough.

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