All Dressed Up

ALL DRESSED UP
B. Rogers

What do I believe?
Is there more than I can see?
Eternal juxtaposition
Keepin me in this position
Aaaaah
I wanna scream sometimes but I’m
Trying to keep my vibration high
When I cut the strings from the puppeteer
Will I finally feel like I’m really real?

I know that it’s a lot to ask
Can I be freed from my past
And find out who the hell I’m supposed to be?
I’m not sure who I’m talking to
But give me something I could use
‘Cause I feel like a man
Who’s all dressed up with nowhere to go

Inherently divine?
Or a product of its time?
The internal contradictions
Lead to endless suppositions
I’m alway tryin’ to be kind
Giving love that is blind
But I’m told that it’s not enough
Imma run out of steam trying to keep up
But I refuse to believe I’m the only one

So I know that’s it’s a lot to ask
But can we be freed from the past
And find out who the hell we’re supposed to be?
I’m not sure who I’m talking to
But give me something I could use
‘Cause I feel like a man
Who’s all dressed up with nowhere to go

Got my new suit
I’m my own heir
They got me dressed up
To go nowhere
Guess I’m stuck here
I can never leave
Cause I don’t believe
What do I believe?

I know that it’s a lot to ask
Can I be freed from my past
And find out who the hell I’m supposed to be?
I don’t know who I’m talking to
But give me something I could use
‘Cause I feel like a man
Who’s all dressed up with nowhere to go