The Holy Mess
Weren’t No Fun
The sick words that I uttered
On that day they weren’t my own
I can see the sad face of a mother
Or a child I’ll never know
And it goes

So the description called for something bigger than this
But its alright, you know I still don’t read recycled papers everyday
And it’s been awhile since I heard the voice or saw that face
But still I had to write some fucking words down anyway
We'll go

Why did you wake up? Why did you wake up?
Is this your getaway?
Why did you wake up? Why did you wake up?
Is this your getaway?

Sadly go, so often
All of my days and nights now
Saving all my life for you
Carry on and on and on
It’s all that I’ve got left to do
Penance paid while I’m done

Why did you wake up? Why did you wake up?
Is this your getaway?
Why did you wake up? Why did you wake up?
Is this your getaway?