(untitled)

In my heart there's a God-shaped hole
it's bigger than I'll ever know
I've poured everything I've got into it
I've poured everything the world's got to offer
Like filling the ocean one teaspoon at a time
Like counting the stars
Only more infinitely impossible
Is filling this hole on my own.

I was taught, and thought, that everything could be done.
But maybe my open mind has been left blank
Been emptied out like an open bank
Everybody I see - the ones with the hole filled -
I think "they're lying, that contented perfection can't be real."
Standing like a homeless man, with a crude cardboard sign
"Someone save me from myself."

And I put on my headphones to silence my doubt
I grin and kick up my heals to hide my handicap
Smile and wave, like life's a play, to hide the way I really feel
Nobody knows the real me, if they did they're run away.
I snarl and scream at the hypocrites, behind the safety of my own mask.
If that mask were transparent - though - you'd see me crying
The hole in my soul choking out "take me home."

I've been wandering all my days like a sick, unwanted stray
looking for a place to stay as I walk my weary way
searching for home.