When I meet God

And if the bottle's no solution, why does it feel so warm?
and if that girl is no solution, why did she feel so warm?
and if to feel is no solution, why do I feel?
why do I feel so tired?
why do I feel so broken?
why do I feel so outside?
why do I seem so blind?
I'm so sick of feeling, it's ruined my life

If living rough is no solution, why does it ease my mind?
if looking back is no solution, why are we all?
nothing but children, children inside

Why do the Gods sit back and watch so many lost?
what kind of mother leaves a child in the traffic
turning tricks in the dark, what kind of God?

I crawled around inside myself, it was a long way down
it was a mine and it was mine and in the darkness
I saw a perfect mirror floating in space

When I meet God I'm going to ask her
what makes her cry, what makes her laugh
is she just stars and indigo gas?
does she know why love has no end?
but it's dark-angel friend tearing women and men slowly apart

Stain (don't do that)
scream (don't do that)
fail (never do that, never do that)
I want to go out (don't do that)
I want an adventure (just stay)
I want (just stay in)
I want to make love

And if the bottle's no solution, why does it feel so warm?
and if looking back is no solution, why are we all just children inside?
and if to feel is no solution, why does the whole damn world feel so broken,

so outside and out-of-sorts?
a perfect mirror floating in space,
waves and numbers, but oh, such beautiful numbers
and oh, such waves