you've caught me in a stage
of the i dont knows becoming all i know and i'm coming to a point where its getting
well it seems giving up could be a better way out.
this whole thing living for you,
this world you let me have
is utterly confusing
and all these things that i'm constantly making a list of hows to changes
i'm growing tired of them, father. because its becoming my life. like the humblesness where i'm not really humble i'm just broken and i'm sick of knowing my brokenness and im sick of looking to you to heal and fix and restore because sometimes you take longer than a shot of vodka.