You were caught on the road to Alabama
With a flower for a girl you used to sleep with
Hollowed out with a bullshit diorama
And receipts of all the language you would speak with
And all the words you said
The feelings of regret
Wash over all the rest
Did you really want me
I had sworn you were nothing like the Bible
When I saw you wrapped in leather and pretentious
Most of my time is spent alive but humming idle
While the real ones hold up signs and sit defenseless
And all the words you said
The feelings of regret
Wash over all the rest
Did you really want me again
So then make me how you want me
'Cause I don't think that I can make it by myself
So you can have me based on everything I used to be
But you forgot that I am growing up again