I been more than slightly drunk the last six monthsnIf that ain’t bad enough, I’m still fucked upnThey say the eyes are the first to gonAnd the last to knownIf they make it through the snownGonna leave a notennAnd it doesn’t seem quite rightnSinging songs for Jesus ChristnSo if your ship don't right itselfnStart singing them for someone elsenAnd hanging up your love on the shelfnnStart wishing we were a few years youngernAnd start thinking things we shouldn’t think about each othernIt takes a month to write a songnSometimes longernThree days until you’re gonenI guess that’s summernnAnd it never seemed quite rightnSinging songs for Jesus ChristnSo if your ship don't right itselfnStart singing them for someone elsenAnd hanging up your love on a shelfnAnd hanging up your love on a shelf