here it is on a clean plate:
it seems I was born with this inevitable fate
of having correction be an enemy of mine
I try to never let him cross my border lines.
or I should say, I try my best not to cross it myself
it's a book that I would rather let age on the shelf
cause when I flip the cover and to the first page
I start to dance around my mind with anger and rage.
Thinking I'll never get it right,
resulting thoughts "maybe I'll stay up tonight
trying to make something good out of me
Now hear my beg, hear my cry, hear my plea:"
[chorus]
In a field of rye I love to dance around
but I wonder if one day I will ever be found
not as the girl who needs correction
but just another sinner who seeks protection
they tell me don't look up when it's raining outside
they tell me don't hook up with any other social ride
excuse me for loving to look up at the sky:
oh please rescue me Catcher in the Rye, please rescue me Catcher in the Rye
I've been told I'm a little too loud
I've been told I need to calm down
I'm use to being told alot of things
but in the end this same old song rings:
That I really do need correction sometimes
I can't always just come up with rhymes
that will melt my anger and pride away
so by the end of this song I hope to say
I understand I am not perfect
and even slightest adjustments makes me feel worthless
I know sensitivity like this isn't good for our souls
but I have a sin that cries "give me all control!!"
Catcher! Please catch her
that girl inside me that can't take alterations
Catch me! Attach me
to Your love and hope and continuous meditations (on You and You alone)
I'm hanging on the edge, my sins; they bite and scratch me
but Oh God my hope I know You'll come and Catch me
