Bamboo Plants

Fucking with a guitar that won't stay in tune I left my good one in my bedroom I haven't been home in a while Stopped showing up at my job Had a talk with God saying that's not what my heart wants I think he will figure it out I'm sure I will make it some other way I'll make it some other way Mail is piling up at my front door All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now Neighbors wondering where the hell I went And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow I think they will figure it out Think they will figure it out Old Judy is waiting on the porch to hear my sound I remind her of her granddaughter she has lost to a different crowd So she is stuck drinking tall cans overseas Old Judy don't you know that alcohol is a disease and it still rattles me Still lives inside of me I think she will figure it out She will figure it out I think she'll figure it out Think she'll figure it out Mail is piling up at my front door All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now Neighbors wondering where the hell I went And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow I think they will figure it out Think they will figure it out Panic revealed on your kitchen floor You hold me close saying it makes you love me more And that my wreckage won't make you run Dogs are howling in the yard I'm stargazing laying on a plastic lawn If you come close You bet I'll make you come You'll figure it out You figure it out You'll figure it out You figure it out Mail is piling up at my front door All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now Neighbors wondering where the hell I went And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow They will figure it out I think they will figure it out They will figure it out I think they'll make it some other way They'll make it some other way They'll figure it out Like I figured out