Crush-Love-Crush

I am not a sinner
I fall asleep after dinner
This table used to be my favorite tree
A temper isn't courage
You eat too much and then purge
Electric eyes judge the elastic city

Where is my conviction?
Well, I was as convicted as a gospel singer

I'm still addicted, like a vampire slayer
I just have no mission
There's an invisible church inside of me
It's deep, dark and united

I don't know why I'd hide it
But I must have done some kind of good job
'Cause now I can't even find it