You never know just how low your ceilings go
Until you're hanging by your throat from them
You scrape your toes on the carpet down below
And you wished you hadn't have grown so much
This year or last year
Stuck down in this basement for seven long days
And I've been preaching to myself
Because my choir moved away
Quoting all these verses but leaving out the names
I don't want to put a face to embarrassment, a race to my shame
Don't get so frustrated
Emotions are overrated
Fickle friends for poor old me
With no such personality
Left us a good home without her
Don't get so frustrated (I will try at this)
Emotions are overrated (when I give in)
Fickle friends for poor old me (I will try)
With no such personality (at this)
Left us a good home without her (when I give in)
Bless your heart girl for seizing mine
If Jesus Christ has died for me
How did he become my worst enemy?
In spite of him I will not quit
I wish that I could
Be stuck down in this basement for seven long days
So I can preach to myself while my choir is away
Been quoting all these verses but leaving out the names
I don't want to put a face to embarrassment, a race to all my shame
My best friend, an author, he torments himself
For the sake of the story and the words he can't leave out
When it comes to haunt him, like I know it does
I hope he finds strength in the characters from the tales that he has spun