For The Getting

I'm locked, got a lot, lot locking me
A whole lot stopping me
I'm not stopping see
I'm loved, got a lot, lot of love for me
I'm so in love with me
I'm loving selfishly
I'm top, on top of some monster singing
'I left my friends at the bottom of his feet.'
I figured there would be time for my regretting
But now's good for the getting

I'm dead on the back of his head
These green grass pastures
And sour patches of laughter, said
'I am immortal, yes I am immortal.'
I wrote to my god my request
And he forwarded it
I figured there would be time for my regretting
But now's good for the getting