Day Joy - Fumbling

Broke road, I sat in the back where you got all afraid of it all at once
Talking to me like you were asleep, and I loved you not then - not at all
You cut me open, sucked the blood with a pen and the god-awful sound of the talks screeching to a halt
I guess you were an adult when you drove us so drunkenly home
Saying you are not like me and you are only free if you learn to be on and on

When morning came, we came and bailed you out
You said, "let's buy a gun or a dog!"
We were fumbling our graves but it wasn’t a mistake
So, nobody phoned your mom
Yeah, we caught the obtuse and the black and the blues
And I wanted to turn it all off
So you pushed me to the floor said, “Stop chasing these chores and go take a long look at yourself.”

Know that you don’t deserve a thing
Writing your blanket poetry
Know that you don't deserve a thing
Know that you don't deserve a thing

Except for a two dollar bill and the piss-drunken girl
When you know that you wanted a god
Until the funeral home feeds the televangalist’s greed
Not the sound at the end of the song
So I’m hiding my face like I should be ashamed
Of the god awful sound of my drum
In all of my dreams I’m still grinding my teeth
I don't sleep them all off anymore

I didn’t think that there were liars like me
I didn’t think that they were liars