Automatic

He was a boy,
she was a girl.
That’s where the story ends.
Without a teat
they parted ways
and now and ever since then
they lived happy.
Breathing’s automatic.
He loves the rain,
she loves cocaine
and none of them loves Neil Young.
He’s been away
she’s been around;
in different ways they lived happy.
Breathing’s automatic
They live happy,
breathing 'til they don’t.
Who would’ve thought we’d lose
before we started playing
The game is up,
words have all been said.
Light and gloves are resting on your lap.
Who would’ve though
we were the monkey and the preacher,
tired and sad
redemption wasn’t bigger.
I only pray for you,
for you,
for you.