Talking to myself in a breezewaynPutting down anything that I findnBe it liquor, or candy, or sadness or brandynOr your words so soft and so kindnnI wonder if I still own a biblenIf my fingerprints still sit on that pagenThe one about love, and why it's so patientnAnd why I have lost it with agennAn answer never seems to escape menBut now I'm feeling lost my dear godnSour and dry if I could I would crynBut my eyes barely open for sunlightnnI hate the way that you always think I'mnOut to accuse for attacknBut I try and smile, cause after a whilenI know you'll be smiling backnYeah, I know you'll be smilingnnAnd I wonder, do I still own a bible?nDo my parents, do they really believe?nCause they know I've been hurtnAnd if there's one thing I've learnednDon't put your trust in anyone or anythingnnI said there ain't nothing to learnnExcept pages they burnnAnd people they change just like menSo baby, don't put your trust in anyone or anything