She's A Thief

you put on your raincoat
 cause it looks like it just might today
 and you grab your keys
 you're out the door
 before you know where you're going.
 if blame, as they say, is for god and little kids
 then you're deserving of praise or a slap on the wrist
 cause you can't help but blame yourself
 for your long face
 not a day passes that you don't fold your hands
 and ask St. Francis to find the lust for life
 that you lost when she left
 with your tounge and your last breath
 she's a thief with an eye for nice things
 not a day passes that you don't close your eyes
 and ask St. Francis to find the love of your life
 that you lost when she left
 you dumb fuck, your life's a mess
 without her to tell you what to say
 or when to breathe
 or what you'll need
 or where you're going.