The Good Depression - Desperate

Once, I got a novel
It was gifted from a desperate man
He lost sight on what was real
Preaching words, teach me how to feel
Buried below
Everyone’s faithless
And if you can agree
If God’s listening he must know
In spite of everything we still sow
We’re desperate, is that so wrong?
We’re desperate
We’d burn it down using gasoline as a tool
Doing anything that we want
It’s a shame you’ve forgotten the fuel
We’re desperate, is that so wrong?
We’re desperate
I’ve got nothing left
Hiding behind my tattered white flags
I’ve got nothing left
Can’t you see I would do anything?
My eyes are open wide
‘Cause desperation leaves me blind