Moving.

Jesus does'nt love me, so how can I love you.
You tell me that you need me, but I don't think you do.

Mother can't help me, I make my own mistakes.
I'm speeding on the highway, but I can't touch the brakes.

Leave me in silence, I don't want to hear a thing. But raindrops on the concrete and little brown birds sing.

When I speak you can't hear me, so I don't say a thing.
I sit with my sore fingers, on six cold metal strings.

People disturb me, everything's such a mess.
Is everybody crazy? Or is this just a test.

The devil he loves me, he won't leave me alone.
He comes to make his visits, when he knows I'm at home.

Elvis he gave me, my suspicious mind.
I'm searching for the answers, I'm running out of time.

Take me to heaven, I just want a peek.
I know where I'm going, when I finally get some sleep.

Father you left me, a bag full of confusion.
Don't bother coming back, I don't need the damn intrusion.

Give me some aspirin, I need to stop the pain.
But it's not really hurtful, just a numbness of the brain.

Bathe me in water, wash away my sins.
My hands are really filthy, and there's mud on both my shins.

Lock me in handcuffs, so I cannot escape.
I've always fluctuated, so now I can't take shape.

Lay me on flowers, there scent that I can breathe.
My lungs are filled with acid that make me cough and wheeze.

This place is so dirty, nobody wants to clean.
Send me down a paintbrush and I'll paint meadows green.

I have to forget this, leave the bullshit behind.
Yesterday was stolen, but the remaining years are mine.