Bible Thumper

I guess you got God instead, you killed me when you said
You couldn't wait to see me permanently dreaming
But you were probably smart to rip me all apart
Invite me to your parties, keep me within arm's reach
And torture me to death, introduce me to your guests
I really don't have feelings, so treat me like a plant, please

Cause it's been hard to feel good enough for anyone
And I've been so stuck just wondering exactly what

Well, I guess you got God instead, at least a couple friends
Just take me off the heat, please, and make a cup of coffee
And I'll list all my regrets, and tattoo them to my chest
Find out what defines me, and maybe go in hiding
Fistful of cigarettes, I'll drink myself to death
I'm losing all my hearing, and everything sounds pretty

But it's been hard to feel good enough for anyone
And I've been so stuck just wondering exactly what
I did to mess up



Credits
Writer(s): Danny O’connell
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