Wormwood

It's been two years since
 The last time I cried
 I was gone with my friends when
 My grandmother died
 And her youngest son called me
 Tears fell from my phone
 She planted a garden
 And raised him beside it
 He played in the soil
 As his mother's sunlight hit
 His face and the flowers
 Now they've wilted away
 If you get impatient
 Like an angry father
 And decide that you want me
 Decide that you want her
 Just come through the front door
 Look me in the eyes
 I heard that in heaven
 Bad things don't exist
 But I heard the same thing goes for
 Non-existence so
 Whichever one takes us
 We're better off there
 I thought I heard you say
 There were no losers, only winners
 That's my mistake
 But if I'm already a sinner
 I might as well
 Kill everyone who's ever told me
 I needed help
 Don't offer me something I'm able
 To give myself
 While you're up busy being stable
 I'll clear the shelves
 And all the seats around my table
 Have cleared themselves
 My friends are gone but just for right now
 At least I will
 Forget them all eventually
 For one who's all-loving
 You turned on me quickly
 The moment I left you, you turned them against me
 In the name of what's right
 As if they could know
 This imperfect path for these imperfect people
 Where you go they'd follow, the fire or the steeple
 But you never lead them
 You simply command