Lawn Full Of Marigolds

I moved myself west to find a philosophy,

To learn my geography at best.

Where the mountains are cold,

The rain drops it's tears, i'm told.

Amongst the ashes a heart of gold, they say.

I guess it's best to imagine it that way.

So i bought me a book to teach me the ways of god,

To open my tarnished heart from it.

Started praisin' the lord & talkin' in tongues & code;

I did repairs on that broken road back home.

I guess it's better than being alone.

And now to death: i'm dying.

To love: i'm trying.

To god: i'm lying again.

And to my ma: i've failed you.

To my pa: i [always] blamed you.

And to god: i have shamed you again.

So i moved myself out, i pictured a better home-

A lawn full of marigolds, i guess.

I headed back east, started thinking my hope away,

Depression was the one to stay since then.

Now, i take pills to push it from my head.

Yes, i take pills to push it from my head.

And now to death: i'm dying.

To love: i'm trying.

To god: i'm lying again.

And to my ma: i've failed you.

To my pa: i [always] blamed you.

And to god: i have shamed you again.

To god: i have shamed you again.

To god: i have shamed you again.

Again.