And his three points on the home team
Gin in his blood from a lifetime in front of some barkeep.
Jokes in his head to break up the ice at the parties
A whole lifetime trying to find someone to laugh
After the death of the punchline.
In the midst of all the killing and skin eating
We forgot about the loving
He doesn’t look anything like Jesus at all
Your friend, the one that you loved
Did you keep him on your side?
She’s not at work, she’s not at school
She’s not in bed, I think I finally broke her
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs
I thought she’d be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars