As a child I believed in God with all my might
   My god passed into his own oblivion in his flight
   I drink with crazy drunks with voices in our head
   argue for our sanity with a broken God instead.
   Are we alone in this universe stretching forever?
   I sit on my bar stool an old woman holding a lever
   I pull and end this **** thing we call our life.
   The baby's home in bed and I'm a mother and wife.