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somewhere between here and las vegas
i'm sure there's a place i can rest my feet
but for now, as i walk on, angry and jaded
i promise to the universe that i won't sleep until
i get somewhere safe and sound
and i can find a phone to use
to text my lord and savior, asking
"why has no one heard of you?"
see, i don't believe in god, 'cause god don't believe in me
see, i don't believe in god, oh, no, siree
see, i don't believe in god, 'cause god don't believe in me
see, i don't believe in god, oh, no, siree
it's been a long hard 19 years
since i stumbled onto earth
holding my metrinome in one hand
with the other in the dirt
digging for something like humanity
to reconstruct my sanity
until a man who looked like sadness told me
it was worth the heartache not to try
he said my songs are good when i'm upset
and everyone knows me for it
so what's the point in changing
when there's alcohol and cigarettes
and coping mechanisms like this deconstructing schism
inbetween my tunnel vision
holding onto something uniform
like it would ever make me less depressed