Funny how the fake plant with dust on it
Reminds me of how fake the green in your eyes were
How empty promises never seem to fill the money jar
And how old photographs reminds you of past failings
But I have to say goodbye to things that are going by the name "Almost"

With dreams filled of hallucinations and past lovers
Old reminders and houses built of unstable decaying trees
But I keep thinking to myself how naive the number sixteen is
and how stupid, young, and pointless I really am
But being perpetual with thoughts is like a morphine I'm not willing to administer

Priests that have stopped praying 'till dawn still badger me
and I keep asking them for some antidote for insanity
But all they say is "God" and keep your virginity as pure as snow
Cross your legs and hope to die, and maybe you'll have some peace one day
So I obey and kneel in a fetal position hoping for someone to love me soon

And his eyes the color of lies and sins follow my innocent skies
With meeting glances and winks here or there
But he fills me in like a coloring book, I'm accepting to the new life
And he promises me so many new worlds full of exotic extremes
Like happiness, love, and a lack of medication

Funny how immature I can be
Funny how one smile and a promising hand can take it all away
Then one minute your flying away on an escape route no one knows
And they abort you from thousands of miles above the stratosphere
Funny how you end up lost with a priest in the middle of old stone buildings

And it's funny how I can't have any senses anymore
And how boys promise you and Eden when the green in his eyes is a fake decoration
And it's amusing how the snow hits hidden cedars so nothings ever pure anymore
And its even funnier how sitting cross legged at church you still are stolen away
And it's funny how naive the number sixteen really is.

How naive the number sixteen really is.