John Mayer - Fame < infamy

I'm a preacher
Sweating in the pews
For the salvation
I'm bringing you

I'm a salesman
I'm selling you hooks
And plans
And myself
Making demands

When I'm home alone
I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off, I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head And I am God's gift
But why would He bless me
Such wit without
A conscience equipped
And I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you
To the way I think of you
There's too much green
To feel blue

When I'm home alone
I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off, I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

When I'm home alone
I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off, I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright
But it went to his head