Waste

I kissed the base of his statue
Still it meant nothing to me
I envy the faith of others
I just can't get myself to believe
"Body of Christ," he said
I couldn't hear but cried
As he smiled and shook his head

It's always been a race
How well can I place
Are you proud of me
I fell in love with the taste
Too afraid to waste
What's been given
To me

Spent years searching
for something that didn't wanna be found
Reading between the lines
And craving the profound
The blood of those before me
Yet my veins don't feel proud

It's always been a dream
It never cuts clean
Sometimes it burns
I fell in love with the taste
Too wild to be chaste
Will I ever learn
It's always been a race
How well can I place
Are you proud of me
I fell in love with the taste
Too afraid to waste
What's been given
To me



Credits
Writer(s): Ariel Carreno
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