Why can the rocks cry out for you?
Why does nobody cry for me?
Skilled another insecurity underneath the covers
What about after the fire?
What about another lie?
Once-felt wounds open and bleed all over each other
And under the covers instead
And I blame it on my filthy hands
I just wish that I could wash my filthy hands
And clear my head
I gave you a few rings, but you never picked up
And I never saw nothing on your fingers
Equally shared, but only so far
As you take a habit like me
Quarantined, or something
You know what I mean
I feel like I'm waking up to a dream
And nothing is as it seems
'94, it was '94
I remember!
My lungs still feel sore
I think I was singing a praise song or something
You know what I mean
'Cause sometimes I don't know how to feel holy
'94, it was '94
I remember!
It was the last time sorrow was something I could not ignore
Well, I have been born again and again
But I still wanna scream my insecurity to somebody, anybody
Who will hear me?
Well, sometimes I think that God has left me lonely
Even though I was told again and again that I would never be lonely
I gave you a few rings, but you never picked up
And I never saw nothing on your fingers
Equally shared, but only so far
As you take a habit like me
Quarantined, or something
You know what I mean
I'm hoping there is no end to this dream
I hope nothing was as it seems
Will somebody wake me up?
Wake me up to