Id rather be a thorn bush than a daisy,
but either way they wilt away and die
Im not different really,
I just keep my thorns on the inside.

do you believe in karma
or see things that are
never really there
I swear I saw her face
appear out of no where
the virgin mary
on a grilled cheese sandwhich.
and she speaks to me
and she speaks to me
but somehow I just cant
believe a word she says
yeah, I think shes lying
yeah she always lies to me.
She always lets me down
I think I'll eat her now.
I need an idol better than this
maybe a french toast jesus
or a waffle joan of arc
cant you see their
faces are everywhere
always screaming at me,
you know I never cared.
But Im still hungry
somethings lacking
So I cry out
wont you save my soul
then the toaster pops up
must be a sign from god
then I see my reflection in the bread
I need some blind faith close my eyes
and I guess I'll sleep on it instead.