Oranges

She wants to believe he's something more
He's eating an orange outside the door
He's a deceiver when he's bored
She's reading the oranges by the door

She's a believer in the relief
That we're all receivers of suffering
Becoming a kneeler
Checking on a fever
Praying to a god defined by his demons

You can leave it all behind
Don't you know that don't you know that
You can read it in the rinds
Don't you know that don't you know that

She wants to change her name to Mary
She kicked the deceiver out the door
She's throwing up from the girl she carries
But the church demands the baby born

Now nine months later the baby moans
She sits by the doorstep getting stoned
Feeding oranges without feeling
Praying she's not defined by her demons

You can leave it all behind
Don't you know that don't you know that
You can read it in the rinds
Don't you know that don't you know that