I woke up in the morning,
and realized what a jerk I've been,
feel like I need to call up,
and say I'm sorry to all my friends,

now I see how God's working,
sensitzing that part of me,
I've been learning the difference,
between attitude and identity,

(Chorus)

I'm sorry about who I am,
it's not who I'm tryinto be.
For some reason my bad attitude comes so easily,
love is like an addiction,
and I hope that I'm gettinghooked.
Spread it like an infection,
seeinChrist everywhere I look,
I don't want to be known as,
œthe handsome guy with the attitude
I'm sick of makinexcuses,
its not ok for me to be rude.
You're breaking down my defenses,
and I'm finding I'm not so hard,
love is knocking me senseless,
love is catchinme off my guard,
and now this chip on my shoulder,
is losing some of its jaggedness.

Lord, I want to draw closer,
leave behind all my bitterness.