Grave

Who was the father
To your family
That you started
When you were 19 without me
You held the map
I’ve been folding
And molding in spite
I heard Satan speaks
In the language you’ve been learning
And God, it seems
To haunt us while we’re sleeping
Give up give up
Give up what you were earning
Give up give up
Don’t give up what you’ve been learning
Now you’ve changed the locks
On your grey apartment building
And you’re calling the cops
To escort me from the whiskey
You’re distilling in your mind
To sing the song of melancholy
So I’ll move once or twice
To be sure I can see you around the other side