Crayon

No furniture I just need a floor to pray on
Face made of wax I’m a crayon
Lead my own parade it got rained on
I excuse myself from the seance

God put me on like light bet I stay on
Beckoned by the curse I remain calm
Pretty face at your door it’s not Avon
Waste it all then ask where the day gone

I awake from a place that I can’t return
Wilt away in a vase let the candle burn
I consign my grace I wait my turn
I’ll bid my face I trade my hurt

I'll trade our place let's swap our sneaks
I buy acne until pockets weak
I stretch my arms I turn my leaves
I'll turn my cheek when under siege

Believe in hell but won't accept
Belief in self but I’m inept
For a grasp of faith I lept
I stood alone when god had left

(I stood alone, I stood alone)
I stood alone when god had left
(I stood, I stood)
(I stood alone, I stood alone)
I stood alone when god had left (I stood, I)

No furniture I just need a floor to pray on
Face made of wax I’m a crayon
Lead my own parade it got rained on
I excuse myself from the seance

God put me on like light bet I stay on
Beckoned by the curse I remain calm

Pretty face at your door it’s not avon
Waste it all then ask where the day gone