Broomstick Jesus

Broomstick Jesus (2013) - Alien Hand Syndrome

If you want me to rise

I'll surely stretch my limits for you

I will I will

Bear our own paradise

Where reason's just the reverse of truth

I will I will

Freeze in the very state

Of the moment you desired me most

So don't so don't

Promise me times of gold

When all I want is crawl back into

The sadness between your thighs

Now there's nothing here

All is said and yet

There's a thousand words

Stuck in my throat

And I guess you're right

I'm silly again

Like I always act

When things break

Kiss me I'm borderline

I could wake 20 hours a day

I could I could

Chase all your fears away

And crush all of your enemies' bones

If you only asked me

But brave ideas demand brave people

And we're not cut from that cloth

And so lately what we once shared

Has just become the next cut

And still

I can never change

What's been said today

Knew you couldn't cope

But I

Said it anyway

Knew I shouldn't have

But it was what I felt

Just the truth

About how I cannot breathe

When I'm close to you

And how you complete me

But I don't you

Boy ohh ohh ohh

Shut up and cut the drama

Oh boy oh poor boy

Boy ohh ohh ohh

Now won't you cut the drama

Oh boy oh poor boy

Boy ohh ohh ohh

Shut up and cut the drama

Oh boy oh poor poor boy