Self Love

I was stoned and overthrown by the people I was not living a life of self control And when I sat there at the foot of the steeple I was told, "hey kid now you're on your own" Well I started making promises for children Promises that I could not fulfill Of fantasies you dreamt of as a kid And now leave a void and left me feeling still Well if Jesus is more than a fantasy Why don't he come and save me from myself? I'm out livin' a life of misery Hanging out with Hook and Tinker-bell Ain't nobody gonna love me more than I love myself But I must admit it's hard sometimes you know When you're sitting at a stoplight in a never-changing red And you ain't got the guts to go Sometimes life is staring down the barrel A barrel where happiness is contained And I co-exist in limbos of emotion 'Till I pick myself back up and just remain Couldn't I just figure it out from the beginning And not let so much time go to waste But a man has got to learn from his mistaking To allow for the light of better days Well if Jesus is more than a fantasy Why don't he come and join me for a drink? I would like him to explain so casually What to me so long to pause and think Ain't nobody gonna love me more than I love myself But I must admit it's hard sometimes you know When you're sitting at a stoplight in a never-changing red And you ain't got the guts to go Well if Jesus is more than fantasy I'd like for him to come and clean my slate Because nothing means more than what means to me And it took me forever to get that straight Ain't nobody gonna love me more than I love myself But I must admit it's hard sometimes you know When you're sitting at a stoplight in a never-changing red And you're waiting for the green to touch-and-go