I spent my head in the candy store buyin` hopes based on hints
Which probably weren`t right
Someone dimmed the light,
And I lost my sense of truth
So take my pennies on the counter glass and spend `em right for me
You got vision in the night
You`re level headed in a fight
You play Boaz to my Ruth
Oh, and maybe it`s just me
Lord, knows I been wrong before
But I feel like somethings got to go
Cause it just can`t stay this way anymore
I been pourin` out the oil while the engine`s on, forgetting that it`s hot
I been cuttin` my hand
on the rocks of the land
I been tryin` this without a plow
And I feel like a jar with the water gone. I`m all pasty and dry inside
You got to fill me up
We gotta meet and sup
so you can tell me how
Misplaced passion
How many times will I deny my right to choose?
Misplaced passion
I often choose the jail and request to be abused
Misplaced Passion
They say a hope deferred can make a heart grow sick
Misplaced passion
They say a sickly heart can play the cruellest trick
Misplaced passion
Like a pure man`s hand inside murderer`s glove
Misplaced passion
Can you help me out? Can you teach me how to love?