There’s a giving man making coin off selling your sister. There’s a loving hand picking tics and fleas off your brother.
Even the dogs stare.
There’s a faithful man who absolves the faults and sins of your father. (There’s a loving hand). Shelter? Got it! Built one today. Still my boots fill up with water.
Even the dogs stare. Even the roach asks “how the hell did I get here?”
All you’ve got is bonfires burning inside your heart.
Don’t get up on behalf of this life. It suits you. It looks right.
I watched your whole deflate and the light in you just dissipate.
Even the dogs stare. Even the roach asks “how the hell did I get here?!”