I hit every red light,
I threw everything out
Of the house I left,
But I came back,
Walk backwards through
The door,
You didn't save a bit for me,
You didn't nod or disagree,
Our sidewalk is askew,
Our rent is overdue
I'm leaning like a barn,
I'm abandoned like a house,
I'm feeling like a knife in
A drawer
Admit you brought the drought,
You're so dry to the touch,
And I pray for the rain
I'd love to help you bake,
But the killer on your face
Says you're gone,
You didn't leave a note for me,
You didn't see me sharpening,
My steps are falling through,
Our home is ready to split
In two
Don't need a sickle to
Cut you down,
Don't need no divining rod
To track you down,
The rains are coming and
The sky is brown, the
Weather vane is spinning,
Spinning around