I moved myself west to find a philosophy, To learn my geography at best. Where the mountains are cold, The rain drops it's tears, i'm told. Amongst the ashes a heart of gold, they say. I guess it's best to imagine it that way. So i bought me a book to teach me the ways of god, To open my tarnished heart from it. Started praisin' the lord & talkin' in tongues & code; I did repairs on that broken road back home. I guess it's better than being alone. And now to d**h: i'm dying. To love: i'm trying. To god: i'm lying again. And to my ma: i've failed you. To my pa: i (always) blamed you. And to god: i have shamed you again. So i moved myself out, i pictured a better home- A lawn full of marigolds, i guess. I headed back east, started thinking my hope away, Depression was the one to stay since then. Now, i take pills to push it from my head. Yes, i take pills to push it from my head. And now to d**h: i'm dying. To love: i'm trying. To god: i'm lying again. And to my ma: i've failed you. To my pa: i (always) blamed you. And to god: i have shamed you again. To god: i have shamed you again. To god: i have shamed you again. Again.