"Teddy" lyrics

Jesus, take the wheel
This echo's not ideal
So, look for something biblical it's terrible
The father, the son, the holy ghost ride
What's the point of being alive?
For can't feel something critical or literal

I'm talking to myself
A bookcase filled with no one else
Illusion of myself
The second death of Teddy Roosevelt
I'm talking to myself
The party filled with no one else
I'm blue balling myself
With dreams of a life that I'll never get
Like Teddy Roosevelt

Like a phantom on the coast
I'm Frankenstein in his ghost of a complex
In real life Hell been monster of a headache
Perfume papers in a furnace
We only scratch the surface
I am scared, it's not perfect
I'm ready to die, only a little bit nervous

I'm talking to myself
A bookcase filled with no one else
Illusion of myself
The second death of Teddy Roosevelt
I'm talking to myself
The party filled with no one else
I'm blue balling myself
With dreams of a life that I'll never get
Like Teddy Roosevelt

Treat my mind like a bonsai
Or do I tell it time to work 'til all burn out?
Sing it out like a magpie
It goes, la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Cover my body in [?]
This poor treatment, don't make me spell it out
Sing it out like a war cry
It goes, la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Like a kid in necktie
Blame it all on the shitty hand I'm dealt
Sing it to you [?]
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

I'm talking to myself
A bookcase filled with no one else
Illusion of myself
The second death of Teddy Roosevelt
I'm talking to myself
The party filled with no one else
I'm blue balling myself
With dreams of a life that I'll never get
Like Teddy Roosevelt