I been more than slightly drunk the last six months   If that ain’t bad enough, I’m still fucked up   They say the eyes are the first to go   And the last to know   If they make it through the snow   Gonna leave a note      And it doesn’t seem quite right   Singing songs for Jesus Christ   So if your ship don't right itself   Start singing them for someone else   And hanging up your love on the shelf      Start wishing we were a few years younger   And start thinking things we shouldn’t think about each other   It takes a month to write a song   Sometimes longer   Three days until you’re gone   I guess that’s summer      And it never seemed quite right   Singing songs for Jesus Christ   So if your ship don't right itself   Start singing them for someone else   And hanging up your love on a shelf   And hanging up your love on a shelf