Van Nuys

Van Nuys - Hotel Books

Every church has a steeple

And their own form of suicide

And I'd like to think if I lived through the Bible

Soon after I would have probably died

But I have no weapons just a lot of ammunition

And the muddy waters I'm stepping in

Until you showed me my own wisdom

I promised myself I'd never neglect another gray sky

Take another trip to Van Nuys and stop at Best Buy

To see if the record I wrote has sold enough

For me to just fade out and let time pass by

And I don't know where I stand

So I guess I'll just fall apart

Because I know there's blood on my hands

If there's still hate in my heart

And I don't know where I stand

So I guess I'll just fall apart

Because I know there's blood on my hands

If there's still hate in my heart

I booked a flight back to Los Angeles

I'll be back in the valley I hope you can handle it

Because nothing says I love you quite like your iron fist

And I'm fine with it as long as you're happy

And I guess there's a reason the artist is rarely in the painting

A self portrait is too personal to create for sustaining

So where is God in this creation other than our clouds

This mystery we pray to hoping it will water our grounds

And I don't know where I stand

So I guess I'll just fall apart

Because I know there's blood on my hands

If there's still hate in my heart

And I don't know where I stand

So I guess I'll just fall apart

Because I know there's still blood on my hands

If there's still hate in my heart

Let this song be a memorial to when I knew who I was

I'm picturing out my burial but my heart is afraid of love

Let this song be a memorial to when I knew who I was

I'm picturing out my burial but my heart is afraid of love

I'm afraid of love

Let this song be a memorial to when I knew who I was

I'm picturing out my burial but my heart is afraid of love

I'm afraid of love