Where Have You Been?

They call holidays an option for a reason
I heard you're coming back to life just for the Fourth
I've been catching all your ghosts for every season
I pray to God you won't come back here anymore
Do you pray with him, too

They should deliver all my blessings
In small brown paper handbags near the porch
And I wished I'd known that you were bleeding
While I sat and watched you reading with the Lord
I read with him, too

When you look at me
I'll be digesting your legs
'Cause I can hardly see
What's in front of me these days
And those days, too

I've got to take what I'm making
And turn it into something
I've got to take what I'm making
And turn it into something
For you
I've got to break what I'm making
And turn it into nothing
I've got to break what I'm making
And turn it into nothing
For you

When you look at me
I'll be digesting your legs
'Cause I can hardly see
What's in front of me these days
And those days, too

God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, where have you been

God, oh God, where have you been
God, my God, my God, where have you been
God, where have you been
God, God, where have you been