1. |
I Found God
03:08
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I found god
Standing alone
In my room
With no clothes
He put me at ease
As he said, "Please
Let me wash your feet
I can make you clean"
See I've been thinking a lot
See I've been drinking a lot
You were awake
When I got home
Away from my name
Completely alone
My hand cut to shit
From looking for you
From looking for me
It's just what I do
See I've been thinking a lot
About god and myself
What makes a man? Oh well
Tepid and bitter
What the hell?
I fall asleep to a movie
To help me not think about leaving
The textures and sounds of my ceiling
Put me to sleep still longing
See I’ve been thinking a lot
About what makes a name
God and dying and love
And just who is to blame
See I've been thinking a lot
See I've been drinking a lot
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2. |
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You didn't wait for me
I couldn't wait to see
The white car in the parking lot
The dented, damaged door
A smooth ride in the ambulance
A crucial call I'm sure
A stiff chair in the hospital
Where you never dreamed to sleep
Tell me how much it's affecting you
As you craft your plan to leave
It's a damn fine day
Take the lord's name
In vain
As my mother sits you rest assured
Your words were never wrong
A vanity plate lost inside an unattended lawn
A sleepy sense of confidence I never could have seen
A tired kiss from wounded lips
And now I'm understanding what you mean
Fine day, damn fine day
Damn fine day
A broken sense of intimate
Reflections showing you
A tarnished love that still persists
I'm far too drunk to choose
Why don't you care?
An empty mouth of promises
A path you can't undo
An awoken sense of apathy
There must be something new
Why don't you care?
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I cleanse my soul with alcohol
And tainted whims in heaps
You thought it wrong
To steer you right
You know I play for keeps
A move away
Some would say
I’m on the same street
Automatoc locks
Who would have thought?
So in the cold I sleep
I’m coping in a crowd
I cut my lungs
Buried my tongue
In benefits you reap
My mind for sale
My blood tastes stale
No room for a repeat
I lost my sight
Gave in to fights
Profanities I hate
A selfish wound
So you assume
Your touch would come too late
I’m coping in a crowd
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3. |
Disintegrate
02:49
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We thought you walked away
I found my shoes, my grave
Say "go, wait no, I'll stay"
I start to disintegrate
Into the pour
For the moment I am nothing more
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me weak?
For by the father's hand
We could be pure again
Does that make you crazy?
Does that make you weak?
There’s not much more to be said
Lapsing judgments in your head
Dreams from your childhood
Such men, no man, no good
What could I be?
If all I am is unclean
Does that make me angry?
Does that make me good?
What could I mean?
If all I mean is nothing
Does that make you angry?
Does that make you good?
We thought you walked away
I found my shoes, my grave
Say "go, wait no, I'll stay"
But I start to disintegrate
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