Sticky Fingers

Not a drug, but an addiction! No offense to Christians.



Trying to stop my sticky fingers from taking what they shouldn’t
Trying to live a good life now, who says that I couldn’t
Keep my eyes looking down, ignoring the treasures
Saying no to all the things that have ever given me pleasure

I’m staying away from shirts, rings, pills
Trying to find something deep and ignore these cheap thrills
I’ve never been caught so I’ve never had to lie
And just can’t ignore the ability to make something “my …”

It’s a little clepto, it’s more than a crutch
It’s the desire to take everything that I touch
To sink in a bath of my stolen goods
Wish I could feel great with simply Christian falsehoods

A little abstinence, trying to withhold
But I shake it off, I’ll do it when I’m old
As long as my skin remains tight
I’ll sleep with my stolen items at night.