talking to myself in a breezeway putting down anything that i find be it liquor or candy or sadness or brandy or your words so soft and so kind i wonder if i still own a bible if my fingerprints still sit on that page the one about love and why it s so patient and why i have lost it with age an answer never seem to escape me but now i m feeling lost my dear god sour and dry if i could i would cry but my eyes barely open for sunlight i hate the way that you always think i m yea you think i m out to accuse for attack but i try and smile cause after a while i know you ll be smiling back yeah i know you ll be smiling and i wonder do i still own a bible do my parents do they really believe cause they know i ve been hurt and if there s one thing i ve learned don t put your trust in anyone or anything i said there ain t nothing to learn except pages they burn and people well they change just like me so baby don t put your trust in anyone or anything