How God Things

I'm just living 'cause I'm obligated

I keep trying 'cause I've got to get it right

I pull the trigger but I hesitate

Lying here beside myself

I go to work 'cause I've got nothing going

I count the hours by the second in my head

The guy beside me's gonna drive me crazy

Talking 'bout his children like that

I read the paper on the bus I ride home

I see the pictures of the people who are dead

And I imagine what it must be like to

Just lay down all your debts

Everybody's gotta find a God they love

Everybody's gotta figure out the end

No one can tell you how to live forever

And who would want to in light of all of this

I go to work just to avoid tomorrow

And I'm afraid that I am losing all my hair

I told the doctor just to medicate the part of me that still is here

I'm drinking water with my whiskey these days

I'm watching William beam himself around the stars

I call my mother every second Sunday

We talk about how good things are