Can’t Get It Out

As we glide over whatever We know to be over forever I really hope the shame is less For what we feel in times of stress But, I guess that's just depression No sense in fighting it now You had me caught in your headlights You were running me down We speak in tongues and start to teethe Lift your voice and scrape your knees Kids in love will plant a seed Resurrect and start to breathe I thought I was a creator I'm here just hanging around Got my messiah impression I think I got it nailed down I want to tell you we're alright Want to erase all your doubt I've got this thorn dug in deeply Sometimes I can't get it out I'm strumming with a heavy wrist Were you one of the cured kids? My shins burn for the replica youth I hope that we can eject soon Because I don't want to surrender Or lose your face in the crowd I finally found all my courage It was buried under the house I'm just a manic depressive Toting around my own crown I've got a positive message Sometimes I can't get it out Sometimes I can't get it out Sometimes I can't get it out Sometimes I can't get it out.