Believe

What is this beating inside of me?
I am trying to justify the desire to die
And burn, like the thought I have long ignored
An addict to the hard ground and cold shoulder

Mark these words that I'm better off above skies
High on clouds and believing that you're alright
Will it hurt when the priest recites all of me?
Do they cry for us or for what they want to be?

Nothing is sincere but the blood in my veins
I am crawling in indictments
You are drowning in commitments
And I could be at peace with myself through eternity

Is someone stretching out this wound?
I am in more of a graveyard and less of a room
Where the furniture sits like our chilly hot past
Hoping it's myself, the villain, that I will outlast

It's funny how a thousand smiles
Always never feel quite so worth the while
And we never point the prettiest fingers
Right where they should be

But it's a time of distress that will always pass
And I don't wanna digress but I am dying to ask
Satisfy every little boy I've been
I'll choose who I believe in

Nothing is sincere but the blood in my veins
And if I said anything, I said just the same