Ravine Angel - Judgement

Waking up on the cold concrete of the dance floor
On the day after the day you were set free
Pounding headache and everybody's calling you
And calling each other, saying "Where could she be?"

You're gonna have to change today
If you're gonna be a different way
And if it's not today
Then you're done

Waking up with an empty bottle of sleeping pills
And a cig you ashed out on your arm
Leonard Cohen lyrics scratched out in your notebook
With the addendum "I'm so sorry, Mom"

So rip your insides out
Show me what we're working with
I'm a dog
You're a slob
You're a wreck
I'm a prick
But I have no time to ruminate on the checkered past
Ever since I learned that God's just a hangover that lasts

Written by:
Teague Clements

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