Is it You?

Walk to church every Sunday
and I put on my favorite dress
I lift my hands the best I can
but who do I impress

Is it you?

Oh, is it you?

Is it you that I'm choosing...
or is it me?
Is it me
that I'm losing?
yeah.

Different disaster
Seems like the same day
I knock on wood...
it happens anyway.

but... is it you?

Is it you that I'm choosing
or is it me?
Is it me
that i'm losing?
yeah.

All my friends have turned to foe
round and round we always go
all these circles
I'm not walking
They are found around my eyes

So pull the strings from my puppet hands
I'm tired of them making me dance
if it's not for you....

if its not for you....

Than it's just...not...true.