Weathervane

Matthew play me Trail of Dead

Helps me forget for a little bit

Just where I am and where I'm not

What I have and what I haven't got


The last few years have been a mess

Too many drugs, and drinks, and cigarettes

We put our best friends in the ground

We fell in love, then fell right out


If you're the wind

I want to be a weather vane

Which way you blow

I want to go

All you have to do is my point me...

In the right direction


Every babe kneeled by its bed

Recites the prayer of innocence

God bless Mom, and God bless Dad,

Siblings, friends, and people who have passed


Maybe I forgot how to pray

The sacraments get in my way

I close my eyes and grip my hands

I think real hard, but my mind drifts


I don't count my assets, only my debts

I count calories instead of how I'm blessed

I forget the ones who've stayed all along

Only think of those who've done me wrong


For all the lies that made it grow

It's hard to look out passed my nose

There's a part of me that's always known

Screaming out, "I told you so!"


There's a Cuspian girl with a heart so bright

It burnt sunspots onto my eyes

I could close them or try and look away

But she's always there; she's always there for me


If you are the wind

I want to be a weather vane

Which way you blow

I want to go

All you have to do is point me...

In the right direction