Adjectives

Mange

I found God today,

Found him in a girl I wish would stay

Baby I'm so awful,

Like she likes it.

I'm ten cents to change,

Like a dog with mange.

Pick her up at four,

I'm sleeping on the bathroom floor.

When I fuck up,

Will she find someone to surpass me with better luck?

And when I fall,

I find it's awful lonely at the bottom after all

So when I crawl

Back to the surface, will you tell them all?

That I'm not dead, I'm only lost.

A forgotten land is not so far off.

I wish I was clean like you,

I wish I could find the things that are true.

I wish I was clever

I don't want to be alone forever

I don't like the songs I write from my head,

She doesn't like the beautiful things I said.

I told her I wouldn't write sad songs

I said I wouldn't write sad songs