Overnight Select Me Please

They say what luck
You're coming up roses with no seeds
No sun
Astonishing for just everyone
It's gotta be those fluffy clouds of fate
Raining down on your face
Wash away
All the thirst
All the late nights thinking I could burst
Into hurt
Like a flameless supernova churns
Just a blurb
And voice from nowhere
Overnight select me, please
I'm gonna be the next one to make them dream
I'm gonna pass it on down
That American sound
That you gotta believe
But they don't want to see you bleed
They don't want to see you bleed
They don't want to see you bleed
I trust in the toil
In the burning of the witching hour oil
But it's slow
And I look up to that bright florescent glow and
I know
It's so white hot I'll sweat right out my clothes
As I go
Then pretend I'm pure as Adam in the grove
Baby
No fig leaves, just a look that says, "who, me?"
(Crazy!)
I never thought I'd be something so free
(Maybe!)
Hey mister don't you know they all love me!
God I'm so lucky
Yeah
Overnight select me, please
I'm gonna be the next one to make them dream
I'm gonna pass it on down
That American sound
That you gotta believe
But they don't want to see you bleed
They don't want to see you bleed
They don't want to see you bleed