a song that will make my parents sad

Nov 27, 2007 22:04

Watering Wine for Me and Mine

Oh I searched long for you,
Read all the right books and sang all your nice songs
And every night I sleep
I slept without you watching over me
Mom says I'll be back because I was raised Catholic
But I don't think so
Ill go my own way, ill be my own god
When I pray I know, I know ill be listening
Know I'll be watching my back

When I drink wine, its nobodies' blood but mine
When I do good, it's no one's will but mine
When I do ill, there is no hell but mine
When I die, there are nobody left but me and mine

Oh I searched for answers
Read lots of papers, stared at the stars above
But I'm still afraid to go,
But lying to myself, crying to myself
Won't help me feel less alone
You're better off making something wonderful
Or at least living, to go on
And If I must go, then it's been a very nice time
Rather lucky to have breathed at all

When I drink wine, it's no one's blood but mine
When I do good, it's no will but mine
When I do ill, there is no hell but mine
When I die, there is no one left but me and mine

Oh I searched for my words
Written a little, sang a few songs
And that's all I will leave behind
Here I sit still burning through my days
Working a job, knowing I could go
And that would be it,
That would be all
I'm wasting what I was given
And that's a sin against what I believe in
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