selfish and sad i'm stretching towards windows
containing the views of someone else's life, movements and moods
wishing so deeply those windows were mine
working so hard to sit down and define
what happiness looks like in person
clueless and cold i long to be told
what is right what is wrong from what's safe and feels soft and warm
wishing so deeply this knowledge was mine
working so hard to be brave and define
what conquest looks like in person
there is so much stumbling along the way
you get tired of holding your head up
that is something i'll write about every day
if it keeps me from going insane
forgiven and false i'm in no right to call
for my god to see how i take care of my self in my need to show off
wishing so deeply to recieve a sign
working so hard to obey and define
what belief looks like in person
there is so much stumbling along the way
you get tired of holding your head up
that is something i'll write about every day
if it keeps me from going insane
helpless and hopefull i carry my hatred
in bags that are made of invisible smiles, swaying from side to side
wishing so deeply these bags weren't mine
working so hard to sit down and define
what self pity looks like in person
containing the views of someone else's life, movements and moods
wishing so deeply those windows were mine
working so hard to sit down and define
what happiness looks like in person
clueless and cold i long to be told
what is right what is wrong from what's safe and feels soft and warm
wishing so deeply this knowledge was mine
working so hard to be brave and define
what conquest looks like in person
there is so much stumbling along the way
you get tired of holding your head up
that is something i'll write about every day
if it keeps me from going insane
forgiven and false i'm in no right to call
for my god to see how i take care of my self in my need to show off
wishing so deeply to recieve a sign
working so hard to obey and define
what belief looks like in person
there is so much stumbling along the way
you get tired of holding your head up
that is something i'll write about every day
if it keeps me from going insane
helpless and hopefull i carry my hatred
in bags that are made of invisible smiles, swaying from side to side
wishing so deeply these bags weren't mine
working so hard to sit down and define
what self pity looks like in person