Dr. Possumhead Jones - Good Grief

At first, came denial followed by confirmations
Then anger took its' style to placate humor
We bargain with our lives to resolve disagreements
Depression will subside through cheerful actions

What grounds do you have to stand there
And say you want a chance with me again?
Oh God, what do you think I am?
Some item on a shelf for your supply

Acceptance, oh my God!
Deny you, Satan
Second chance to come inside?
I'd say it's tempting

What grounds do you have to stand there
And break my heart apart for your supply?
There must be better things than this
I swear to God, I'd rather die

No, I can't let you in because I know that I won't let you out

Written by:
Marcus Johnson

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