I'm a fool I guess I always have been
I've had clues I'm feeling there has been
The night is blue I pass over the weekend
Like old news my heart is slowly weakened
I'm not washed I'm not clean
I'm not fair I'm not weaned
I'm not clear I'm not lean
I'm just wasting away
I don't care but I'm not mean
I don't think that these things matter really
I'm not sure but I'll always feel
Seven feet from the cross at all times
I watch the fan spin out on the ceiling
I feel the power inside of me receding
All this guilt that's gathered in this feeling
Weighing down and breaking through my flooring
I'm not washed I'm not clean
I'm not fair I'm not weaned
I'm not clear I'm not lean
I'm just wasting away
I don't care but I'm not mean
I don't think that these things matter really
I'm not sure but I'll always feel
Seven feet from the cross at all times
We are always running from the light
We are always searching for a cure to the hurt inside
Damn these lies
Damn these lies