Please Lord, Deliver Me

Mama, I've been crying in my bed
Seeking a sign, trying to align with a world that will bind everyone, and I've found none, I am wretched, crawling in the sun; free in a maze
Dreaming of days when I was dreaming of days yet to come
This must be vertigo
Sometimes it’s better to drown than to sink, I'm hazy, I'm in hell
But when I'm swimming in drink I'm happy, like a baby
From all things that tether me, please lord deliver me, but until then upon this I depend; I would rather not think "Lord, save me"
Closer comes the sound of ringing bells, held by the grim specters of men who would take every baby now grown
Hold on, brother, hold on to the souvenirs of yore; blue Saturday, pink lemonade and the screech of cicadas at night
This must be vertigo
It’s funny how the world around just shrinks in disillusion ‘til you’re down in an old town, drunk every night, plucky in plight, and just trying to make it alive while wishing for death when the train comes and morning is gone