Scrapwood

This old age
It feels like I'm pulling my weight through a Michigan lake
And I never thought you'd be waiting there when I got caught
I just hoped we might be citizens of the same thought
The whole truth
It looks like a hundred hard lies getting fitted for suits
And if it doesn't kill your appetite, I don't know what will
It's a sugar cane plantation, it's a landfill
And it's so far
Closed eyes
Like the kids who address their songs to Jesus Christ
Well I can't be quite so forward
Not when I'm looking back
Who am I to think I've ever been inspired?
Please don't start
I feel like scrapwood tied to the top of your car
I just hope you put me to good use when you get home
But are there any noble causes left?
I don't believe so
Please don't collect your things just yet
When we're missing God we deify
What we don't have the heart to throw away
Please don't believe me when I'm
Swearing up and down on every verse
I'm just a wreck and that's alright
The whole truth
It sounds like a hundred hard lies getting fitted for suits
And if it doesn't kill your appetite, I don't know what will
I'm a walking contradiction
When I stand still
And I'm dead freight
Look like I've been lost for months in the Creole State
And when I wrack my brain for adjectives
All I get is scared
And it's beautifully confusing
Oh and it's everywhere