: : devotion : :

Annoyed to high heaven,
I can't see who's right or what's wrong with me
If you play with the offense
And scream I'm a misery (I might believe you)

Double chin creeping in
Lines like a four
Make a score for a power trip only I can see

Amused to extremities, I shut down the person I want to be
Overused is my patience,
And, shaking my head doesn't give me the confidence to let it be
It's eating me

Double chin creeping in
Lines like a four
Make a score for a power trip only I can see
Double chin creeping in
No use in explaining
The anger you see is a mystery to me
And if only I had a door that kept you away,
I'd be dull to emotion,
No time for devotion in useless pain
Useless

Lyrics by Kristen Sampsell
© 2001