almost reality
What did you say in the church on Sunday morning?I need bread, I need to be fed.
What did you play in the car on monday morning?
It's in my head, something that you said.
What did you do on tues day morning?
I'm on the floor, and you're in bed. I feel like I am dead.
But now the sun's down it's divine
enjoy the fruits of the sweet vine.
I'll let you know when I am done,
but not until the morning sun.
Where did you go on wednesday morning?
out to eat without me. left me on my knees.
Where was I on thursday morning?
on the couch, alone to bleed, right where you left me.
Where were you on thursday morning?
I cant see, or believe why you'd leave.
It's not my problem, the fault's not mine,
She left me I saw the signs.
Took the kids and ran away,
but the alcohol is here to stay.
So now the sun's down it's divine,
enjoy the fruits of the sweet vine.
I'll let you know when I am done,
but not until I die, my son.
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