Don't

I don't ever want a God to hide behind the scars I leave
I only want the crucifix, moralistic bullshit weaved

in and out of cloudy pores, arteries that are not mine
A billion dollar enterprise. Jesus has a trademark sign.

I don't know anybody and I don't know what's mine.

I don't ever want a Girl to hide behind the mess I make
I only want to treat her right, even if it's worse that way

In and out of failed romance, these memories no longer mine
but somehow when she looks at me, I am still the past defined

I won't hurt anybody and I won't survive.

I don't ever want to do what I've done forever now
I don't ever want it new, I just want to have it raw.
I don't ever want to be the past-tense or the present flaw.
I don't ever want it new, I just want to have it raw.
Even if it's bound to break, and even if it's only words
I'll hold you as the whole world shakes, the two of us will become birds
and fly away to somewhere else, a universe that doesn't suck
and people care about you, too. But they still don't really give a fuck
about the petty and the broken, maybe they are cracking too
and if everybody's crazy then it's really nothing new

I don't know anybody and I don't know what's mine
I want to return to the flooding and drown in its time
When chance resembles birthday candles
Breathe them deep and let me go
It's really not what you can handle
It's just what you refuse to know

So I don't ever want an afterlife. I tire of the life I lead
I only want to become dirt, but I could settle as a tree
I don't ever want to be again, I can't just be as-is today
Without the worst in every person coming back into the shade

and I can't tell if I'm here with them or if they're here with me
but in the end it stays the same. The projection's all I see.
I don't know anybody and I don't know what's mine.
I don't ever want to see myself, I even run from my reflection
I gut myself internally through daily photographic sessions
To push myself off of a cliff, where south's the lone direction
I am the prize of a flu-like life. I'm a bacterial infection.

I don't ever want to view it as a pure, wasted potential
A harvest moon inside my belly glowing like a lightning-bug
Snuffing out the best of me but at least I have a stomach, full.
It's my own little hell and it's my least-favorite drug.

But I'm addicted to that unique brand of quiet
and I'm sick to the touch in the front lines of war
So she's afflicted when it's dark, she's an endless riot
I set myself on fire! It doesn't matter what it's for.

I don't ever want to make believe in the consequence of sin
I only want to free myself. I want to feel again!
And not just as a sputter, like a broken exhaust pipe
I want to travel on bare feet for the rest of my life
With one that I can call my own. I don't ever want to be alone
Consider it a win if the past has a unique tone.
Bouncing from the satellites to over privileged white kid's homes

Where food is choice and choice is moot
We settle on some sour fruit
and make the worst of passing time

By avoiding one another's eyes
We can successfully avoid ourselves.