[Verse 1]
Uhh. It's no secret I've been feeling kinda iffy lately,
feeling like the city ate me. Well, more accurately,
like the city swallowed a house which swallowed a boy
who swallowed his pride which jiggled inside. Now clearly I've lied.
Those who know me know I've never stomached anything
as big as my eyes, which at time of recording are red from the f.lux,
blocked in the ducts. I've been giving no f***s,
just watching spiders and flies flying in plasterboard skies. In on my tush.
Got a confidant with a fedora on and he's been whispering "hush".
He's seen it all before, but it must get a bit much when I've never seen enough.
It's like, have you ever made the incognito man blush?
I'm in a bit of a hole, and I'm in need of some help,
but please don't pray for my soul, and please don't pray for my health,
and if you have to pray, it'd better be stealth. Or just pray for somebody else,
'cause I can pray for myself. My heart's in pieces. Sing!

[Chorus]
My heart's in pieces. (your boy needs Jesus)
Your boy needs Jesus. (so don't you dare)
But don't you dare, (don't you dare)
don't you dare pray for me. (don't you pray for me. My-my-my-my-my)

My heart's in pieces.
Your boy needs Jesus.
But don't you dare,
don't you dare pray for me.
(Don't you pray for me)

[Verse 2]
Look, I can see the intent behind the Jesus you send. But to put me on the mend,
I'm not in need of a saviour, I'm just in need of a friend to come sink some beevs in my ends.
I've seen dogs turn into frogs when they stop leaving their dens.
Pledge my allegiance to empathy. That's my side of the schism.
Not saying I would forgive 'em, but if I was this depressed ten years ago
I might have been with 'em. Finding your tribe can feel like finding religion.
They say "nothing is written", I say "What about books?"
That's a pretty big oversight! Might it be better put that not every story is woven right?
I don't believe in a being who could overnight overwrite my wrongs.
If I don't believe in god why d'I keep singing him songs?
Got no love for the word, just a love for the sound
of my voice being heard saying something profound.
I find myself wishing these walls would crumble and come to the ground,
'til then I'm bunkering down until that trumpet's in town.

[Chorus]
(Don't you know my little heart)
My heart's in pieces. (is in pieces, yeah)
Your boy needs Jesus. (he needs Jesus)
But don't you dare, (but don't you dare)
don't you dare pray for me. (don't you pray for me. My heart's in pieces)

My heart's in pieces. (your boy needs Jesus)
Your boy needs Jesus.
But don't you dare, (don't you dare)
don't you dare pray for me. (don't you pray for, don't you pray for, don't you pray, my)

My heart's (my heart) in (it's in) pieces (it's in pieces your)
Boy (your boy) needs (he needs) Jesus (he needs Jesus so)
Don't you dare (don't you dare, dare, dare, d' d' d' d' pray for)
Meeeee, me, me, me.

My heart's in pieces (in little pieces now)
Your boy needs Jesus
But don't you dare (don't you dare)
Don't you dare pray for me.
(Don't you pray for me) (Yeahhhhh)