Then who left it bleeding
And crawling toward the escape hatch?
Thank you, God
For the gift of pain
It shows me that I haven't become
Comfortably numb
Even in the dark times
When I hide behind the curtains
The dirty ones
That can't even be cleaned
With Tide
And I love how you enjoy our minds...
How we wither away and die
And leave you to blame
Upon the side of the road
Where our faith-mobile
Broke down
Because they don't make that kind of
Petroleum anymore