I've got my shirts tucked all out I am scared I am gonna be found out Mom don't look underneath my bed Those were the things that I'd said Keep our rings on the table We'll wait till I become able Force the weight off my shoulders We'll all drink till god feels sober Till god feels sober Tasted bitter fruit in her shade My innards feel delicate with sour marmalade My guts churned out my fortune for the better part of my age My guts are, god is that profane? I'm tired of the mundane hoping I'm used to being peeled and broken I am broken but I am not open Lately Lately She's got her shirts tucked all out I am scared she's gonna be found out Mom don't look underneath her bed Those are the things that she said Keep our rings on the table We'll wait till she becomes able Force the weight off her shoulders We'll all drink till I feel sober Till I feel sober