Armchair Martian Son Of Jeff
never was a savior
know there's hard ones to take
i hope that i'm forgiven
still living for what's in store
on the cross, or at the door
just don't know what i'm hated for
when i was young my eyes went south
i'm failing now, so blind to it all
all that i know, you're winding out
treading on the coattails you're needing
i hope i'm not falling for your scene
it's too easy, til you wanna leave
on the cross, or at the door
just don't know what i'm hated for
when i was young my eyes went south
and i'm failing now, so blind to it all
it really doesn't matter
know what i believe
when i'm upon hard times, but i'm always in the need
close interpretation, or a brilliant way to bleed
like right now what am i saying
hope you don't know what i mean
