Have you ever tasted earwax?
It's like being bit by a snake
During Sunday mass.
Like sinner waiting for the dinner
The church is providing,
Just buying time
With the lint in his pockets.
With caved in eye sockets
Because he couldn't stop
Shooting up
With the taste of your lips.
And his lint is being spun on kips
But they never stop spinning,
And if he believed in God
He'd say the devil was winning,
Thinning him out
Until he's just skin and bones.
Skin and bones,
Skin and bones,
All we are is skin and bones.
And the last time he prayed
Was before his mother laid
Her head down for the last time.
And he thought
"If God is real, why did he kill my mother?"
"I'd God is real why am I looked at
As if I'm anything other
than human?"
And so he practices the religion
Of throwing his life away,
And when he does pray
It's to you.
He's on his knees praying,
Saying "baby please!"
Because before he was different
Now he's not even sufficient
Enough to care for you and your son.
Your son.
The custody was taken away
The day he threw an almost empty
Beer bottle,
And nearly missed your son's head.
It flew over his cradle bed
And crashed into the wall
And when the broken glass did fall
It was all you could bear
And you left him.
And he's been trying to get clean
"But the streets are so mean"
He says.
He's been shoplifting baby bottles
Putting the car at full throttle
And driving towards you,
He doesn't care if he crashes
To long as his ashes are spread
By the water bed
Where you two met.
And he's slept long enough to know
It's just like death.
And lately he doesn't want to make up.
Because what could be worse than
Not being able to see your son
He's begun to forget how he laughed
And he can't pass
The drunk driving test,
At best he can put his finger on his nose
Because he knows
That's where he can still smell you
And your rose perfume,
It was about noon when you got the call
But it meant nothing at all
To you.
He'd crashed his car
Into a store
Trying to buy more time.
All his belongings arrived in a plastic bag
But what what use did you have
For a plastic locket
And the lint in his pocket?
