Composer : Emily Vaughn

I miss the certainty I felt on Sunday mornings

I miss my family when we agreed on something

I sang the songs and thought that somebody was listening

I turned 13 called my anxiety conviction

Convinced myself gods in control it's just a feeling

I prayed for friends who lived in sin thought I was I different

Cause I, I thought I was right

I miss my God complex

When I knew what to believe

Everybodies wrong

And heaven

Was just a bullet from me

Nothing was scary

When my sins

Were forgiven

I really thought

Thoughts and prayers

Made a difference

I miss my God complex

Turns out it's hard not being sure of how it ends

Cause I'd like there's still a heaven in a sense

I wish I knew I wish I had that confidence

Ignorance is bliss and now I know

Real life is a b***h man I kinda miss my

God complex

When I knew what to believe

Everybodies wrong

And heaven

Was just a bullet from me

Nothing was scary

When my sins

Were forgiven

I really thought

Thoughts and prayers

Made a difference

I miss my God complex

I miss my God complex

I miss my...

I miss my...

I miss my God complex

Don't know what to believe

But if there's a God he wouldn't

Tell you who you should be or who to love

Or where you go when you die

But it's scary not to know if you're right