If I Still Own A Bible

Talking to myself in a breezeway
Putting down anything that I find
Be it liquor, or candy, or sadness or brandy
Or your words so soft and so kind

I wonder if I still own a bible
If my fingerprints still sit on that page
The one about love, and why it's so patient
And why I have lost it with age

An answer never seems to escape me
But now I'm feeling lost my dear god
Sour and dry if I could I would cry
But my eyes barely open for sunlight

I hate the way that you always think I'm
Out to accuse for attack
But I try and smile, cause after a while
I know you'll be smiling back
Yeah, I know you'll be smiling

And I wonder, do I still own a bible?
Do my parents, do they really believe?
Cause they know I've been hurt
And if there's one thing I've learned
Don't put your trust in anyone or anything

I said there ain't nothing to learn
Except pages they burn
And people they change just like me
So baby, don't put your trust in anyone or anything