So I tried to do my best In a tattered wedding dress And I'm telling you I'm blessed But reluctant to confess That I regress I regress And I'm telling you I'm saved But still hold on to those days While pretending I'm unscathed I still sing the same refrain But I regress I regress So I'm waiting on those words That will make me want to turn Against the patterns I have learned Against the status I have earned But I regress I regress I regress I regress As we're headed to that place That dress gets whiter every day Mend the tears and sew the lace Calm my fears and show me grace Or I regress I regress I regress I regress Grant me, Lord, what I can't afford To be made right, to be restored Take not thy spirit from my chest Or I regress Or I regress Grant me, Lord, what I can't afford To be made right, to be restored Take not thy spirit from my chest Or I regress Or I regress Grant me, Lord, what I can't afford To be made right, to be restored Take not thy spirit from my chest Or I regress Or I regress Oh, draw me near Or I regress