Talking To God - Hurt

Mother is busy

She won’t even miss me

And so busy praying

And won’t see me waiting

I hate all your reasons

They just point to jesus

You can’t be awakened

When your not mistaken

And I hate your voice

And that fucked up noise

And your clichés and things that you’d say to me

When they burned me then

It still seers today

Embedded in a memory that won’t change

How can you talk to God

How can you talk to God

How can you talk to God

When you won’t talk to me?

Yea how can you talk to God

How can you talk to God

How can you talk to God

When you won’t talk to

So I begged you just for a word

That through the day you might have heard and… she wouldn’t listen to my words

Always I’ll remember some good times, and

Some winters in times when I wasn’t too dirty for mud

When you’d hit your boys, in that fucked up voice

On your black days

Oh the things that you’d say to me

When they burned me

Yea, they burned me

Oh they burned me

Yea, they burned me

So how can you talk to God

How can you talk to God

How can you talk to God

When you won’t talk to me?

I know every little word of all the things that I have heard

So how can you talk to God

When you won’t talk to me

When HE won’t talk to me

Someday you’ll be better then me

Yea someday you’ll be better then me

But you won’t talk to