Grace

Grace, you made it this far

You've got your friends and your kids sweating bullets

On the front of your lawn

Hey, would you give the church a call

Tell them I don't wanna go to heaven

I don't wanna meet god anymore

Grace, you'll make a hell of a song

But in your brain, carcinomas take the place

Of your rights and your wrongs

Rain finally begins to fall

It rolls down your face before you disappear

Behind the hospice walls

Faith, well its a hell of a drug

You need a little more every time

Unless you give it up

And face the music on your own

Or fit yourself into a life where you never felt you belonged