(R. Brewster-Miller)I spend my lifescratching in the dirttrying to find someone to clean me upand give back what I deservethere's footsteps from behindthere's knocking on my doorbut there's nobody thereI said I didn't need them any morePicking up piecestrying to make them fitthinking about Jesusshivering in the heatup against the worldlike a dead end kidyou spend your lifebleedingI see faces on the ceilingwhen I lie awake in bedand I can never shed the tearsalways damming up my headit's so easy to pretendI don't believe inall that I saidPicking up piecestrying to make them fitthinking about Jesusshivering in the heatup against the worldlike a dead end kidyou spend your lifebleeding...You spend your lifeblaming the godsyou believe inredirecting Valentinesfrom Edenyou've been tryingyou've been lyingyou've been crucifyingyou spend your lifebleeding with the timesI see myselfsilhouetted at the wheellike an alien without a friendnothing to concealso I climb into the back seatand I wonder if it's lovewhen it's down to getting nakedit's just like any other photographPicking up piecestrying to make them fitthinking about Jesusshivering in the heatup against the worldlike a dead end kiddreaming up speechesthe rebel hypocriteonly one step aheadof lying in the streetyou spend you life bleeding--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

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