Damaged Goods - Biology

I have to be careful with what I say

I’m feeling dreadfully honest and I might give too much away

The truth is best kept secret when the secret will cause you pain

To confess it with some cliché lyric, well wouldn’t that be such a waste

Show me something that is free from traps and drawbacks

They’ve all got the sense of confusion

But some more pronounced than they’d like to let known

And the problem with living in general

You can make the effort and find your own direction

But if you lose anymore weight they are going to start asking questions

Maybe they’re a shortage of ways to pass the time

You keep washing down those P.M.s with the blood of the vine

Now I’ve seen the logic behind your decision

It makes me feel remorseful like a born-again in prison

With a quick confession you start with a clean slate

If your gods that much of a push over then I guess you’ll be OK

Show me something permanent and I will show you dissolution

I know that’s sounding miserable but

That’s just the impression I’ve got