How God Feels

No one does anything good ever
And the truth is something we gave up years ago
When we still had a king and water was still safe to drink
Our children were still young and they didn't know
I've been outside all day watching strangers
The sunburn on my neck is turning me red
I can't tell which one would be the worst to look at
Godfather 3 or the haircut on your head

Is this how all of us act?
Is this how we are?
Is this what we've become?
Is this who we are?

The bottom of the gas tank is seeing daylight
And the meter is shaking with doubt
That this car will be able to bring us anywhere
Let alone carry the nine of us out
The trunk isn't big enough for sleeping
And your rent was due three years ago
Your parents haven't loved you since the 8th grade
And you'd rather that they just didn't know

That you can make friends like these
Who are this irresponsible
Enough to leave you out here all alone
With the woman who just called the constable

Spending a night in the local county jail
Isn't the worst thing that's ever happened
But your father yelled like his mouth was dying
And it's the loudest he has ever been
You cried and you begged for his forgiveness
But he sighed and he lied to you again
"I love you and I don't want you to die"
But in his head he was praying for God to send

An angel of death to take his little girl
Who just didn't seem so fucking little anymore
And erase the memories of his good time friends
Who work as clerks in the police force

The municipal garden borders the municipal pool
Where the urine sits in warm sun all day
And babies squeal with laughter while their parents are at work
It's the lifeguard's job to take their child away
At their desks they sit there scribbling memos that don't say
How they really feel about having a family
Praying that while the lifeguard flirts with his high school romance
His little junior pops a hole in his floaty

And swims just a foot too deep
In the wrong end of the pool
While it's adult swim
Two weeks before the beginning of school