Souls ​eli. (USA)

Waiting for someone that they love me
I just think you're lovely, can i take you out into the woods and (?)
A work of art, to see your body watching me
Yeah, (?) naughty
Press yourself into my conscious
No, I speak in metaphors

I want to find out what it means to be alive
They say that jesus died
But frankly, I just find it kinda odd
We stand with silent eyes
We like to fake our happy smiles
Throw our souls into the wind
And reminisce on when we used to have our own minds

There's a hole under the front porch
I climb into the opening and found i need to go to church
I told my pastor "leave the pills inside the basket"
But he put them in the ground, now there's a garden of attachment

I played jenga with the lights to low
They called it 9/11, tried to blame me but i think it's a conspiracy
I've got mittens for my cold feet
That was standing in the desert heat
But still i couldn't feel a single thing
I read a book with different words in it
Discovered there's a universe with different words in it