Cloaked Tightly In Sin

I'm into myself on uncertain terms, I put gin in my milk, it kills all the germs as I pray for the day that life will return and I pray for myself, but I never learn. No I ever learn. See I really like you, but I'm nothing like you. I try oh so hard, but don't get so far. You get my respect but we don't connect, we're in it together so I'll love you forever; I'll love you forever. And so it rains on; no one gives a fuck about the values I would die for, not the faceless civil servants, the rudimentary crack whore. No one gives two fucks about the values I would kill for; give them something to die for. Give me something to die for.
You won't really see me, I live in old movies. Cloaked tightly in sin, so they won't come in; it's like spying on cities through crack in the floor. Thought I knew what the blag was, but now I'm not sure. What do I know anymore?
No one's too perturbed about the things that I would cry for, I've been trying all my life until there's nothing left to try for. No one's too perturbed about the things that I would live for. Give me something to try for.