prayer

California tags, Texas license

You don't talk to God, but keep a lucky cigarette

Grandma's old Kodak, absentee ballot

Holding on to sand and it keeps slipping, slipping

No dogs, but I'll work like one

No masters, but I'm deadly like a loaded gun

No hope, but I'm looking up

No fear, but I run, run, run, run

Watch your fucking space, I need hands please

Fuck, I love the way you send a fever over me

God send me a sign, anything please

A prayer's anything that you say when you're on your knees