Nerve Blindside

Force me to open my mouth
Again because they know I don't want to
Speak loud when they make me feel
Like a boy scout
So hard to tell them You love them to
I can't give much if I punch back at
The one who hits first
Trying to make me feel ashamed
Because I'm touched
God help me see them
See my thirst
Tensed
But still so calm
Alright
Leaning on your arm
Beautiful spirit
Talk to me
Holy Spirit