Too many weeds in the flowers Too many pills in the pharmacy now Too many bugs in the shower There's too much sh** in the air we breathe now There's too much anger inside me There's too much scarring when i bleed There's too much therapy i need There is no god that i have seen There's too much doubt in my mom's words There's too much fear in the way she sees life I wonder if i'm just like her I wonder if i can make myself right You try to help You listen well You cannot change the way i see