Praying to the Ceiling

I grew up in the front row Little fire, little brimstone Momma raised me to pray before I turned out the lights Man life was simple back then Kinda all made sense Now I feel like I'm praying to the ceiling Tell me someone understands this feeling I know that gods good, but then how, how could I feel like I'm praying to the ceiling I'd thank God for my sister and my brothers I'd thank God that my daddy loves my mother I'd ask him to take the monsters out from under my bed Yea life's simple when your ten Now that monster's in my head I feel like I'm praying to the ceiling Guess heaven's got a funny way of hearing I know that gods good, but then how, how could I feel like I'm praying to the ceiling I feel like I'm praying to the ceiling Please, tell me someone understands this feeling