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Screaming Females

Help Me

 

Help Me

(album: Ugly - 2012)


You wanna make me older
But I can't grow again
If you won't let me meet you
I've got no hand to lend
You gotta help me help myself

You send me up to heaven
And that's where I saw God
I want that old eternal
I want to show you up
You gotta help me help myself

There's a map inside of the world I know
When you leave me at home alone and I'm trapped
And I feel it all the way down

You make it look easy to be strong
You lift my crutch and guide me home
On the rails of the night
But you shouldn't let me drive

My thoughts just drag me through the dirt
A fiction in my mind made to burn
On the rails of the night
But you shouldn't let me drive

I get on well with old friends
With no time for the new
I'm focusing to tune out
I want to erase you
You gotta help me help myself

How will the music play for
The crooked lines and hooks?
I want to learn your letters
And rewrite all the books
You gotta help me help myself

When you tell me that you don't care
I want to make sure you're aware that I do
And I feel it all the way down

I'll push your plates and make your change
Masking the facts it's all the same and it's bad
And I feel it all the way down

You make it look easy to be strong
You lift my crutch and guide me home
On the rails of the night
But you shouldn't let me drive

My thoughts just drag me through the dirt
A fiction in my mind made to burn
On the rails of the night
But you shouldn't let me drive

It's with nothing gained as for the joys in my life
We all rush to a stark memory
And a pile of ashes rake the rust of the earth
Ripping leaves off of my family tree
I reach in the deepest drain
I fall in the race
Making murder and stalking the swarm
I pray for recovery and took the time to say
"You've been warned"

You make it look easy to be strong
You lift my crutch and guide me home
On the rails of the night
But you shouldn't let me drive

My thoughts just drag me through the dirt
A fiction in my mind made to burn
On the rails of the night
But you shouldn't let me drive

Help me help my
Help me help my
Help me help my
Help me help myself

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