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Come To This

“Something’s gotta change,” she said.
And she left me lying there, on my bed.
“I’m tired and angry. I’m worn out and sick of you.”

I said, “You’re right, guess,
Hell, I’m drunk half the time and your head’s a mess.
I’d change it if I could, but I don’t know what else I can do.”

I need a more productive waste of my time
Than a troubled heart and your tortured mind
And all the pain that made me blind
Will be forgotten as I find
All that’s gained and all that’s missed
It’s come to this

Through the pain I’ve caused and the lies you told
We wrapped our bodies together in the fear of growing old
Now my heart cries to God for a miracle, for a friend
My talk with Jesus didn’t go so well
I realize now that I can scream and yell
And the echo in my head says I’m alone again

I need a more productive waste of my time
Than a troubled heart and your tortured mind
And all the pain that made me blind
Will be forgotten as I find
All that’s gained and all that’s missed
It’s come to this





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