Keeping Score

I called, but he's busy

I could get more skinny

Maybe then he would try really hard

One day you're beloved

There's never a sunset

Between there and wherever you are

It hurts 'cause it matters

Better find the bad patterns

Only young for one breath out

But nothing's coming easy

I just wanna feel pretty

And I wake up with it in my mouth

So hey little brother

Do you ever wonder

If you could try on my shoes?

If I got a dime for not giving a fuck

I think I'd have nothing to lose

I gotta stay open

Wanna keep on hoping

I'll make something of myself

Instead, I lie around thinking 'bout the shape of my legs

And what it's gonna feel like in hell

I'm a should've-been son of a Western wave

I gave up the gun when I learned to behave

Yeah, I was born of the spring

Cursed to be loving

And I reach for the wrong things

I see 'em coming

I try to speak kindly

Never ask for more

'Til I saw God

They said they're not keeping score

My friend Abby

Said she can't be happy

Until she can count her ribs

While we're waiting on the second coming

Come over here and give me a kiss

Can I hold on to nothing?

Like a tune I'm humming

I'm changing it all the time

So when I lie down on the flower beds

I'll finally feel alright

I'm a should've-been son of a Western wave

I gave up the gun when I learned to behave

Yeah, I was born of the spring

Cursed to be loving

And I reach for the wrong things

I see 'em coming

I try to speak kindly

Never ask for more

'Til I saw God

They said they're not keeping score

I'm the should've-been ghost of a sad teenager

They said, "Give up the gun, have you tried just to pray?"