CASUAL DREAD
So I뭢 moving out of nothing town, this spirit뭩 restless inside of me.
I뭢 tired of working in my family뭩 grocery. They say there뭩 much I뭭e
yet to see. See my mother had the soul of a story teller. And she passed
those demons down to her daughter뭩 head. And it뭩 sir I will and sir I
would, put me down for some of that casual dread. Driving at the back of
this truck for what seems like hours. Feel I know the driver like the back
of my hand. 멌ause I been making up stories of his life, like right now
what he뭩 saying to his wife. And his stickers say he supports the navy
and thinks love is grand. Well I do too so thoughts of you break his story
to remind me of the last time you were in my bed. And it was sir I will
and sir I would put me down for some of that casual dread. And oh, you뭨e
invited to the table. Yes, your choice tonight is famine or feast. Well
step on up to the table. You see the wine it might be bitter, but the
sacrament뭩 still sweet. I뭭e been thinking about my lives and where
they뭭e brought me. SO I asked a teacher for some living bread and he said
Child the best lesson you could ever swallow is that this life is the one
that뭩 living, all the other ones are dead. Well, I뭭e never seen a
gravestone of mine, but I hope each life was defined by and epitaph that
read, She was sir I will and sir I would put her down for more of that
casual dread. I뭗 like a little more of that. Some glad morning when this
life is o뭨e