Sky

My God, what am I doing here!? What the hell am I thinking!? Well, It's not so clear…it's not so clear You lay next to me and you look in my eyes Well, I'll try to forgive…It just depends on the night I can't provide what was never out there We sleep restlessly through the middle of our lives And we count all the stars like we're ever gunna' fly I can't rely on your sweet ambition We teach kids not to play with fire And we teach them how to pray on their knees We teach sons how to marry our daughters And we teach sons how to spread their seed Oh Lord, this is absolutely revolting And at the same time I find it….. Hilarious God, please pluck her teeth out I know it's sick to say, I know I've gone a stray God, please pluck her teeth out Cause this will never end nor ever go away She'll never see unless you sway... I believe that I've gotten this all wrong… And I can not pretend, I'd never hear the end of it...