I've turned these words over and over and over again
I've asked myself are you ready to hear this again
I see you pushin' and pullin' and
Twistin' and turning'; tryin' to fit in
It's like no matter how old we get, we're always tryin' to fit in.
All these things you clutter and collect, they look good
But they consume your mind, take all your time. That's no good
You break one thing, replace two things. It never ends
But the things that shine, they will surely blind you in the end
I don't want to make the world my god
Give up everything for nothing
I don't care who you think you are
Everything you have will fall apart
All these things
They have their string all over you
They cannot move but they have you glued
I'd rather trust a God I cannot see than
The things that try to change my personality
I'd rather trust a God I cannot see than
The things that try to change my personality
I'd rather trust and know that I am free than in
The things that break and try to take ahold of me
I'd rather know that my security is not in
What I can do for you or what you can do for me
Or what I can give to you, or what you can give to me
Or if your hope is only in the things you can taste and see
Or what I can say to you, or what you can say to me
Or how people talk and say that my vision is blurry
So many things they take my time, but they're not worth a dime
But they take my money, dignity, all of me