Speeding down the road
In my shiny silver corvette.
The wind blasting my face,
Only open country highway
Coming my way.
So I fiddle with the ****
On my old radio
To find something worth playing.

Crackle
A man calls out,
Deperate in his attempts
To get the attention
Of the most beautiful girl
Who's with another man...
Next!

Pop
A woman sobs loudly
Over losing her true love,
Over being left alone.
She wants the deserter back
But at what cost...
Flip!

Pssshht
A couple find each other.
They are destined to be,
To have the beautiful wedding,
To raise the perfect family,
To live the American Dream...  
Turn off!

My god
They are everywhere  
No wonder my life's  
A love song

That must be why
I want to hold someone
In my arms
In my heart
In my mind
So, so badly,
I want to find someone
That fits me
That loves me
That's THE ONE
Of course
I want someone to call me
Boyfriend
Love  
Husband

It is plastered everywhere  
All these childhood fantasies
All this innocent thinking
All this wonderful imagining.  
And I devour it all  
Because I have no reason  
To believe it's impossibe
Even though it'll be hard.

You might think I'm  
Pathetic and foolish;
You might call me silly;
You can laugh away,
But my life is a love song
And I bet yours is too.
You just haven't thought about it.
It's probably best if you try not to.

So my life is a love song.
Is it something you'd listen to?

I’m just a sinner
In the hands of
An angry god
I know.
I’m just a sinner
In the land of
Great Satan’s love
I know
I’m just a sinner
That’s all I am
And nothing else
I know.

I  tell you
I am right
But god knows
I am wrong.
I’d lie to
You all night
But secrets
Will come out.

I’m a devil man
That is what I am
I got red blood on
My criminal hands
I’m a devil man
I’m eternally ******
I don’t give a ****
Even if I rot in
Hell’s deepest pit

I have hell
On my ticket
And I’m trying
To get away

I’m just a sinner
In the hands of
An angry god
I know.
I’m just a sinner
In the land of
Great Satan’s love
I know
I’m just a sinner
That’s all I am
And nothing else
I know.

Religion’s gone
From my soul
I once believed
Those times are past
Took it to bed
And woke up alone.

Found out god
Had left me
For someone else
Turned my back
On the book
And he got ******
Tortured soul
Is all that
I have left

So why call me
A demon
I already know
You know where I
Am going
You don't have
To worry
You will be there
Soon too.

I’m just a sinner
In the hands of
An angry god
I know.
I’m just a sinner
In the land of
Great Satan’s love
I know
I’m just a sinner
That’s all I am
And nothing else
I know.

“Yes sir.” “No sir.”
“Another sir?”
The butler says
Waiting on those
Who are in power.
“Shoes off please”              
“May I take your coat?”
He is trampled upon.
Sitting in a corner,
Left to his own devices,
He cries.
No one asks the butler.
“How was your day?”
“Do you want anything?”
No one cares
About a doormat’s woes
But he cares
For theirs

A lighter side
To this?

I can’t think of one
I’m tired.
I’m worn out.
I’m saddened.
I’m nostalgic.
I’m foolish.

Okay,
I’m not myself now.
Life has been rough
And I’m a bit pessimistic
At the moment.
But I’m allowed to be,
Right?

When it comes down to it,
I know things are getting
Better and better.
When it comes down to it,
I know that we are
Doing better than most.
When it comes down to it,
I know that things are so good
That things are so hopeful
That our chances are so great,
That if they were any better,
I couldn’t stand it.

Overall,
The world is inherently good.
People are inherently good.
Things can get crazy,
But life is inherently good.

Still, even if I know that.
Even if I am an optimist
Even if I am a romantic.
Even if I am hopeful.
I can take a moment
To bathe in depression,
To be a bit grim about things,
To be “realistic”,
That other word for pessimistic.

I don’t have to always
See the lighter side.
Do I?

There could be a killer
Standing outside of
The door to your house.
As you and your husband
Sleep quite peacefully.

He could be watching
As you inhale slowly
And as your body falls
When you exhale a breath
That could be your last.

He could be standing
With a knife above you.
He could smile at the thought
Of your beating heart stopping
On the tip of his blade.

That could happen.
It is a fear that runs
Circle about your mind.
It is an outcome that
Could possibly take place
If the fates smiled at
You with sharpened fangs.

It’s doubtful
That it will though,
But you’re going to
Let it control your
Actions anyways.

You’re going to write a will
And see your family
And be with your friends.
And you will feel safe
And unafraid.

And then as you
Walk home from church
You will be mugged
And shot dead.
You fingers will
Already be cold
When the paramedics
Arrive.

All those friends
You reacquainted,
All those family
You helped out,
All your coworkers
You befriended,
Will show up
At your tragically
Beautiful funeral.

While you sip tea
In the beyond,
You will smile
And think
“Aren’t I lucky.
I was prepared
For what could happen
And that helped me
With the inevitable”

But you’ll forget
That the only
Reason
You went  to
The church
Was because
You were afraid
Of what could have,
Might have happened,
Making the could be
Into the did happen.