Divine Irony a Panic at the Disco Song by Juli Strawbridge Lyrics

You prayed every waking hour
You begged on your knees
Your repentance is a barter paid in rosary beads
Feel your cuts to the bone
And expectations drown dreams
Asked for your touch to make gold
That's never what it seems
Now you're sleeping on your silver
And it's cold as your soul
Your requests were all delivered
So darling why so ungrateful
Whoa-oh-oh-oh oh!

This is what you wanted
This is what you wanted
Now you know dreams come true
Darling don't you love it
Darling don't you love it
Getting what you thought would be best for you
Another punch line, it's God's sense of humor
The best way to learn is to live it
So baby don't pray for what you wish for
Coz you might just (just)
You might just get it

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh