God I hope you're working tomorrow,
Don't tell me you took a day off,
Decided to not come in on second shift,

God I need you,
My passions snapping,
I don't want to write,
In fact this is my last,

God this town is so empty,
All I hear at night is suit cases closing,
Doors opening,
And footsteps leaving,

All the people I use to love,
Dried out and deceiving,
God I love you,
I'm calling in sick tomorrow.
Actually, I quit