So I tried to do my best
In a tattered wedding dress
And I'm telling you I'm blessed
But reluctant to confess
That I regress
I regress
And I'm telling you I'm saved
But still hold on to those days
While pretending I'm unscathed
I still sing the same refrain
But I regress
I regress
So I'm waiting on those words
That will make me want to turn
Against the patterns I have learned
Against the status I have earned
But I regress
I regress
I regress
I regress
As we're headed to that place
That dress gets whiter every day
Mend the tears and sew the lace
Calm my fears and show me grace
Or I regress
I regress
I regress
I regress
Grant me, Lord, what I can't afford
To be made right, to be restored
Take not thy spirit from my chest
Or I regress
Or I regress
Grant me, Lord, what I can't afford
To be made right, to be restored
Take not thy spirit from my chest
Or I regress
Or I regress
Grant me, Lord, what I can't afford
To be made right, to be restored
Take not thy spirit from my chest
Or I regress
Or I regress
Oh, draw me near
Or I regress

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