Wormwood

It's been two years since The last time I cried I was gone with my friends when my grandmother died And her youngest son called me Tears fell from my phone She planted a garden And raised him beside it He played in the soil as his mother's sunlight hit His face and the flowers Now they've wilted away If you get impatient like an angry father And decide that you want me, decide that you want her Just come through the front door Look me in the eyes I heard that in Heaven bad things don't exist But I heard the same thing goes for non-existence So whichever one takes us We're better off there And I thought I heard you say There were no losers, only winners That's my mistake But if I'm already a sinner, I might as well Kill everyone who's ever told me I needed Hell Don't offer me something I'm able to give myself While you're up busy being stable, I'll clear the shelves And all the seats around my table have cleared themselves My friends are gone, but just for right now At least I will forget them all eventually For one who's all-loving You turned on me quickly The moment I left you, you turned them against me In the name of what's right As if they could know This imperfect path for these imperfect people Where you go, they follow The fire or the steeple But you never lead them You simply command