Off the Books

What a change has taken place in me
I can't hit the chords I hit before when I played improperly
I feel I'm losing my religion but clinging to my soul
I wanna hit the open road

But I can't go now because there's something going round
And even if there weren't
When I sit down my feet begin to burn

There's still so much to be unravelled here
But through posture wars and Facetime calls
At least I made it through the year
And I'm adapting my religion to the loss I've had to face
And the acceptance that is taking place

I don't understand this yin and yang, but it resonates inside
I still pray to Christ in my darkest times
But I cannot deny he's not the centre of my life like he was

They'll say it's 'cause I read to much
They'll say it's 'cause I'm hurt and such
As if those things don't count and I should rule them out
Oh please!
Should I deny the God I feel and see?

Ba ba ba da da da da da
Ba ba ba da da da da da da da

Things always seem a little better and a little worse
I would make a box for paradox, but I just know that it would burst
Instead I'll make it my religion, embrace the night and day
It's always both in every way

But excuse me now while I kick and shout
And resist the urge to destroy
This furniture that in another year could've brought me so much joy
And TIMS are the worst! They say how are things at work
Then they don't take second looks
Why does everyone just seem to want me off the books?
Bing!