forbearance

It was a gracious old sunshine But it was wasted on me I was plastered and counting the cop cars out Right in front of me I was a troublesome young kid I was a big piece of shit But I am hoping that the days in the hospice Atoned for some of it If the whole thing was fair It would be me that was fighting for air But it's you in the bed And it's so routine that it just threw me, I guess And in the cosmic ballet You can't just do what you fucked up again And the world is not done with me yet Was in a dulcimer mood Around the fourth day of June I accounted for the miles of attention that I got But never want nor choose And on the day, when I left When I said I'd be back, I am sorry And your face when you saw me It was fate worse than death I just wish that I'd said Something more than I'd be back in ten And if I went there in time I'd take a second to go and kiss you goodbye So I'll stay by the bed And be some respite for you 'til the end And the world is not done with me yet Rise and rise, you great old thing Rise and rise and shine over me All that I wanted was something to save me And the carnival is over and the ashtrays are empty It's hardly a place I can look to for safety Was a high, holy weekend The ones you get shit for free at the counter And I'm crying alone now 'Cause I didn't want them to see I fell asleep in the bathtub But I woke up in the street I'm a bastion of the unwanted attention That I couldn't wait to leave If the whole thing was fair It would be me that was fighting for air It made sense in my head But I'm still the asshole down here nonetheless In the comedown affray Came to fix what I fucked up today 'Cause the world is not done with me Rise and rise, you great old thing Rise and rise and shine over me Rise and rise, you great old thing Rise and rise and shine over me