Corey Smith - Beautiful Things lyrics

I got a problem I hate to admit Hell, no one likes talkin' about it It's the painful condition of every man, We'd all be saints here without it It's these beautiful things I'm like a moth to a flame And it's buring my wings away It's money and s** It's money and d** It's the longing to look young forever It's reachin' for more when you're all ready full It's all this destructive behavior It's these beautiful flames I'm like a moth to a flame And it's burning my wings away And noone promises tomorrow Our best laid plans might go to waste, oh they may But I won't be afraid, No I won't be afraid Cause I've got a little faith and a holy grace And we've got love in our hearts And I'm tryin real hard to do somethin good today