Maybe i should move to France
and join the Trappists,
spend evenings picking tangerines,
staring at stained glass windows for centuries.
Or maybe i should move to Vermont
and learn poetry from Mary Ruefle,
rent a little loft, survive off ramen and toaster strudels.

But i went out again, and the world swallowed me up.

We went from
a bar
to a liquor store
a bar
to a liquor store we went from
a bar
to a liquor store
a bar
to a liquor store

No
one can hear what I'm saying,
hope
they cant see my lips moving,
No
one can hear what I'm saying,
hope
they cant see my lips moving

(namu amida butsu)
Oh, I know you don't care,
(namu amida butsu)
your halo slid off now its floating through the air
lord jesus christ have mercy on me
(namu amida butsu)
your halo slid off now its floating through the air

I don't talk like I used to,
"If you don't stop this'll bruise you",
this kind of life is a lose-lose,
when I'm the Eeyore
in a room full of Whinnie the Poohs,
in a room full of Whinnie the Poohs,
in a room full of Whinnie the Poohs,
in a room...

We went from
a bar
to a liquor store
a bar
to a liquor store we went from
a bar
to a liquor store
a bar
to a liquor store

No
one can hear what I'm saying,
hope
they cant see my lips moving,
No
one can hear what I'm saying,
hope
they cant see my lips moving

NAMU AMIDA BUTSU
(Oh, I know you don't care,)
NAMU AMIDA BUTSU
(your halo slid off now its floating through the air)
NAMU AMIDA BUTSU
(Oh, I know you don't care)
LORD JESUS CHRIST HAVE MERCY ON ME
(your halo slid off now its floating through the air)
LORD JESUS CHRIST HAVE MERCY ON ME
(Oh, I know you don't care,)
NAMU AMIDA BUTSU
(your halo slid off now its floating through the air)
NAMU AMIDA BUTSU
(Oh, I know you don't care,)
LORD JESUS CHRIST HAVE MERCY ON ME
(your halo slid off now its floating through the air)
NAMU AMIDA BUTSU
(Oh, I know you don't care.)