Enemies

Your enemies

Well, they lost their heart

And they lost their groove

Now they're never getting nothing back

They're silly little fools

Well, can you love them now?

And can you wish them well?

Until they're only seeing light from you?

Once you wished them dead

And you lost your shit

You found a selfless place

Where you've really risen over it

My enemies

Well, they sleep in my bed

And they play my guitars

And they never even call me back

What simple little fools

Always doing what I expected them to do

But in kindness, I

I accept them as they are

Lord knows they bite my style

Hardly worth my while

So I help them anyway

With love I wish them all originality

Well, it won't be long now till we'll be having a ball

Be reunited, cleaned up, have found Jesus

Well, yeah, just look at us all