Getting Better.

Band-Aids aren't bulletproof and Vaseline just makes me greasy What kind of remedy could you offer me? Think it's my head get help I see myself all kinds of crooked I'm bent into a tangled fleshy knot Why have I been built like this I don't have a clue If god hates homosexuals then what am I doing here Show me the exit life's lost its fun Mom and dad taught me my heart is in the wrong My brain is full of sin and I don't have the right to love My wiring's mixed up or just a dud please pull me from the shelves And I won't ask you any questions Please just pardon my existence I've tried to leave so many times Something's keeping me here Maybe I don't need to leave I gotta find somewhere to get better Let me get better Dragging my fingers on guitar strings To release some of the pressure I have built over time Clogged up I try too hard So damn exhausted from wanting to please you I feel so guilty for existing Why does your religion mean more than your blood You made it seem so normal to disagree on love That's out of pocket can't draw that card Meeting tons of people who respect a simple pronoun Who I kiss is no one else business now I hope you learn if not that's your problem And you won't ask me any questions You've never seemed to listen After five long years I'm running dry You're so stuck in your ways How stubborn can you be I'll drop it 'cuz I've found something better Yeah I'm getting better