You’re mostly sleeping in your car.
You’ve got ideas you never take too far.
Lately you’ve been experimenting with water colors, you think they look real nice.
Another sordid affair, maybe take another inch off of your hair.
And you wish he never left you there, with the house, and the kids and the piles of shit that just drive you insane.
And all God’s love came down on you today.
For the Lord giveth, and taketh away.
Thinking about trying school for the fourth time now.
But the piles of debt, they kinda weigh you down.
And your car is shitting out again, and the pain in your temples isn’t going away.
And it’ll be winter soon, so you put up plastic on the windows in your room, lay down, and think all about how nothing is ever the same anymore.
Not since all God’s love came down on you today.
For the Lord giveth, and taketh away.
from the album Making and Losing Friends Under the Watchful Eye of God
