Swimming at the bottom of the bottle
He said You look familiar but I can't place your face
I said You look like hell
and that we used to hang at my mother's request
Trying to save the world through the wet hands
She's convinced me to stay in for as long as
(Or until one of us gets bored)
Can I be saved without having shame or remorse
for what I don't believe?
I offer up my humbled soul and my broken spirit
All those things that I can't control
The intangible bullshit to you, my Lord
I believe there is no white light
Somebody's mistaken or somebody lied
I believe there is only one truth
It resonates different in me and you
so don't try to sell me yours
