All the men of faith and men of science have their questions.
Could it ever be on Earth as it is in heaven?
And it seems each of them can't find a way to make any sense of it,
just like me.
Fog circles in your mind
And you do not mean to hurt these ideas flowing like gold in a river of sewage
but i grew up on them superstitions
probable cause for my lack of ambition at all.

So you fall in the rain you’re pulling out every page in the book, and you’re doomed, because you do what you do.
Let the unapologetic ground open your eyes.
Strengthening for the chance to sustain the sun.
Many even deeds I've done
I'm looking for a reason
For a reason not to run

And don't worry, you can't get hurt
just as long as you don't really care.
Did they do the same to you, child?
Did they lock you behind your door?
Smooth, you soaked right into the floor.
When they whispered their darkest secrets, saying,
"I don't love you anymore."

Making laughter, can't remember
How we spent our time together.
I guess I still miss you,
But talking is for functioning people.
You're the dead fur on a coat.
You're the antidote that can but wont be sold.
So don’t believe in everything you see
Because what you want might not be what you need

And it’s okay, If I’m grey today
Twisted around side to side.
You confiscated the night.
A taste gone mad, a sweet sadness, my favorite feeling.
and repeatedly the paper man says that its all wrong,
and all i got are sedatives in these **** songs
Count your blessings not your flaws

So forgive me for my lack of words
announcing adjectives are slowly pulling down my spine...
I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man
more cynical, hardened, and mature and ****.
But that’s not true
The truth is I got on the bus a boy.
and I never got off the bus.
I still haven’t...