Oh Lord

Fields across
and mountaintops filled with things to say I see
beside my lazy-eyed eternal misery
parts within me speak the truth
and parts will fall asleep
on rocky mattresses
and beds covered in shit
oh lord
thanks for tucking me in bed
oh lord
thanks for taking my brothers instead
and thus in unison
we sing in hope we’ll find a song to fit
our twisted expectations
at least this time of year
and all the problems will just go
no paranoia anymore
just fishing from our collective pond
oh lord
thanks for tucking me in bed
oh lord
thanks for taking my brothers instead