Intervention

I saw you talking to the Holy Ghost

In the hallway late last night

You said, "I'm tired

I'm tired of talking about it

I am backslid, damned to Hell

And I'm alright"

I'm kind of drunk

And no one listens to you talk when you are young

All your angry selfish walking you call your own

I just want home

Made in fire, bled in secret

Good old Lela, you and me

I said retire

Just let me go home

This makes us sick

Which makes them well

Which makes this hell

Always kind of drunk

No one listens to you talk when you are young

All that angry selfish walking you call your own

Don't call me a liar

There's just a fire underneath

I'm begging you please God let up of it

I can't breathe

Now I'm pausing

I need a minute

I cannot keep up with what I've done

I don't remember

I'm so embarrassed

That's why I don't talk

I sit, I hang in thought

I'm flat out drunk

No one listens to you talk when you are young

All that angry selfish walking you call your own

Don't call me a liar

There's just a fire underneath

I'm begging you please God let up of it

I can't breathe