Too many weeds in the flowers
Too many pills in the pharmacies now
Too many bugs in the shower
There's too much [bad word] in the air we breathe now

There's too much anger inside me
There's too much scarring when I bleed
There's too much therapy I need
There is no god that I have seen

There's too much doubt in my mom's words
There's too much fear in the way she sees life
I wonder if I'm just like her
I wonder if I can make myself right

There's too much anger inside me
There's too much scarring when I bleed
There's too much therapy I need
There is no god that I have seen

There's too much anger inside me
There's too much scarring when I bleed
There's too much therapy I need
There is no god that I have seen

You try to help
You listen well