Worshipping The Big O
WWOD
She takes another hit from her pocket Jesus.
Tries to buy a little peace – but she's crumbling to pieces.
Says, "Wish I could believe you when you say I'm not a lost cause.
Wish I could remember who I used to think I was.
Not old enough, not good enough to sell out.
Not young enough, not pretty enough to buy in.
Think I know I'm wrong, but that doesn’t make you right.
Too stubborn to give up. Too damn tired to fight about it.
Not pure enough, not broken enough to forgive you.
Not sure enough, not selfish enough to live without you."
She used to think she'd find a job, a man, a cause –
An orbit to fall into. Dreams of weddings, but no groom.
Looking for redemption on the Home Shopping Network®.
When she's filled with doubt, she asks 'What would Oprah do?'
'What would Oprah do?
What would Oprah do?
[break]
Not fool enough, not lost enough to give up.
Not cool enough, not bright enough to break down.
God, this low-carb diet cuts into my drinking.
Mom wants grandkids, but I just don't want to think about it.
Not desperate enough, not lonely enough to fake it.
Not empty enough, not nice enough to just sit and take it.
What would Oprah do?
What would Oprah do?
Not old enough, not good enough to sell out.
Not young enough, not pretty enough to buy in.
Think I know I'm wrong, but that doesn't make you right.
Too stubborn to give up. Too damn tired to fight about it.
Not pure enough, not broken enough to forgive you.
Not sure enough, not selfish enough to live without you.
What would Oprah do?
What would Oprah do?'
She takes another hit from her pocket Jesus.
Tries to buy a little peace – but she's crumbling to pieces.
Says, "Wish I could believe you when you say I’m not a lost cause.
Wish I could remember who I used to think I was."
