God's Graffiti

I could scrub every inch of this house
But it’s not going to happen soon
Cos' each fold in that tissue on the floor
Is a mountain on a distant moon
And that’s a part that I can’t play
That’s a part that I can’t play
That’s a part that I can’t play
Just a few steps from the front door
Is a car that will never start
And every cob web hanging off the side
Is a sign that I went too far
And that’s a part that I can’t play
That’s a part that I can’t play
That’s a part that I can’t play
Lately it looks like God’s graffiti
Scrawled across the wall
And she is far too high to talk to me
How do you clean up God’s graffiti?
Who do you even call?
Cos' I know I’ve got no plan
And you’ve got no plan too
It’s a smack in the face when you think
Did I Pass out or fall asleep?
Once I woke with only one clue
There was fake tan on my sheets
And that’s a part that I can’t play
That’s a part that I can’t play
That’s a part that I can’t play
Lately it looks like God’s graffiti
Scrawled across the wall
And she is far too high to talk to me
How do you clean up God’s graffiti?
Who do you even call?
Cos' I know I’ve got no plan
And you’ve got no plan too.