Christian Kids Trade Sex For Cigarrettes and Drugs

You tried to clean up my mess You tried to wash away my fear You burned my fingers and poured lye in my eyes Now i can't see and I can't feel I keep praying; God this can't be real But it is So pour on more gasoline and strike a match Wait I'll take that one back Nevermind Stop, in the name of love Give me another cigarette instead Not a Marlboro or Camelback but something more like a Winston or Ashford If you're going to countinue killing me won't you give me a few more minutes to do it myself Let me inhale a whole pack I'll swallow more Cognac while we're at it Oh and please tell me i'm just another one of your whores Cigarettes for sex right Wasn't that the original deal Oh but we're Christian kids and we don't know sex from drugs and drugs from rainbows Can ya hand me that knife over there I'll start the autopsy beforehand There's a shovel to your left and if you don't mind i'd rather have my new condo not six but eight feet under your muddy feet Oh are you surprised You thought you disposed of all the pain inside by Making me stare into my moldy coffee as I wonder if this is how everything is really supposed to be I thought friends were supposed to love you and understand your thoughts and statements but you hardly know what I am saying I spend all my time listening to your boy problems And your "obssesive complusive disorder" whatever And i know that you are l iving in a world of easy grays And I'm stopping to wonder am I the only person who can see true colors You love to lie in a mixture of false acclamations and altered exaggerations and When I tell you a fact you recoil and ask me It's cuz I'm black isn't it That ones getting old And I remember again that I have to love you but I can't seem to understand your simple ways and easy life That I wish I could comprehend as I hide from the sold out news If only I had waiting till I died to come alive Because now I'm the only one breathing with a blue heart beating in time to my Footsteps that race away from the fiction and you scream back at my silence God's not dead But your voice is and I know that you don't really know God but that you are just living to have a good time Drink a few beers Smoke a few smokes Not sleep alone for a few more times than needed and It drives me crazier and crazier Into the wind that's there to wipe away my tears again And I slam my fists on the steering wheel screaming why can't you all just pretend more than you do And every time you say you love me I want to stand and yell objection And I end up saying love ya too, can i repeal that Pretty please with a cherry on top Or wait it'll take that one back too It's too much to ask from someone as naive and perfect as you It's too much to ask for a small nibble of love Your social security number A hug Or maybe just one damn friend I can believe in But hashtag Every Family Has an unwanted bastard that just happens to be me So, no I can't hastag Feel The Love Tonight Pretty please if you ever thought you loved me can you pour some acid onto my skin and leave a scar in the shape of your kiss and stop trying to make me smile I am not NOT content with all this insipid shit So, no, you didn't disposed of the pain inside. K Thx Bai