God Gave Me A Pen

My bed is far from on the streets.

I've been spoiled and I'm sometimes vane.

Yet, with my luck comes a price:

I fear that I am going insane.

In my room sits a guitar for only my ears.

I sing so loudly that nobody hears.

My payment's becoming too heavy--to much.

Breakdown is imminent. I only have one crutch.

Take a memo-- no! I will list them,

All of the things I must pay

Before I snap, before I crack,

Before they take me away:

A fear of abandonment

A fear of pain

A fear of judgement

A fear of trains

No father to console me

For the death of a friend.

No, God won't save me

But he gave me a pen.

I would live on the streets for days

If it would mean my debt would be paid

Because with my luck comes a price...

I know that I am going insane.