Acting Strange

I don't take much on faith these days I suffocate at the hands of guilt I talk to walls when I ask god to pierce my soul I swear at times they answer back And after all I dream in color And after all I see in white And after all I've learned to call upon myself I've learned to trust an exhausted mind But I've yet to explain It's a loneliness that just don't make sense and I know I'm a fool for being glum And I'd be smart if I acted dumb And if I'm acting strange It's because my mind's been talking fast And after all I drive home alone State roads help me sing my song My brain's on fire I couldn't stop talking to me if I wanted to The conversation's keen with depth Keen with depth Keen with depth Keen with depth Keen with depth Keen with depth Keen with depth I've lately said I'd rather die Than have a lover by my side And other times I'd kill to see that other side I guess that part of me may have died Keen with depth Keen with depth Keen with depth Too keen with depth Keen with depth Too keen with depth.