I'll be doing God's work
getting stoned just north of Hartford
maybe he'll see I'm doing just fine
I don't believe anymore but I still pray every night.
Tell my friends I'm out late
but really I just lie awake
hoping for some divine answer or truth
I was once so fucking hopeful but now I'm just always blue.
Don't know who I am anymore
the reflection in the bathroom mirror has become a blur
and every bone cries out to run away
not be the one who needs to be saved.
The hangman is on my shoulder
he just grows as I get older
knows my sins a little too well
my dishonesty dies with me in my own hell.
The guilt in between
happiness and whatever's in me
another lost feeling
fleeting like my worn out memory
probably from the drinking
when we were together, when I drank you away
out in some city
where I spent all my time in the freezing northern rains.
Sometimes I still think
of how things could be if I have myself at home
in some old apartment
surrounded by old photos
of past loves and good times
the things you couldn't bring yourself to burn
I wonder if I'm somewhere
hanging on your wall or in a record you turn.
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