The Charlatan
Jesus, help me out,
Radiate from me somehow.
I've managed to play the prodigal again.
It's habitual, the act of growing up too fast.
I really think I'm going places, yeah.
We all fall in love,
Everyday I press my luck,
Like my real life's worth
Is based on what I feel.
Always in a rush,
Always talking up my thoughts,
But I insist on sleep and putting it all off.
When love has been a fallacy,
And I can't sleep alone.
I prey upon the weaker ones,
With show of skin, I sink my teeth.
I can't shake the devil's hold on me,
It comes as no surprise.
I wear my bones just like a suit and tie,
And protest to be alive.