Pray it all away

Pray the gay away

Its the bane of me

To finally cure my heat

Weeds all gone

there's no more parties today

laying on your lawn

beside the quiet roadway

not saying a word

there's nothing I could say

it would be absurd

to get over myself someway

You'll catch on

I'm truly doomsday

You should live on

but you have to break away

I just pluck nylon

and make you say mayday

you're getting withdrawn

no, you're becoming the prey

Yeah now it's gone

I'm a block in your airway

a predator fawn

I pretend I'm some baby

You're gonna leave someday

I'll pray you back Sunday

Your arm points the way

Leading to my ashtray

I'm going to hell

After my manic rage

You couldn't tell?

My dad says it's just teenage

A soul to sell

So I can finally come of age

can't leave my shell

Us ghosts don't ever reach old age

I want to be ok

I do not want to be ok

I want to be ok

I do not want to be ok