tending to my sin

I am the judge
I am the jury
and the fucking emcee
nothing in this circus
goes beyond me
I am the drug-addled soldier
with one too many sleepless nights
my chemicals are my salvation
and they've distilled into frustration
I stand alone and I breathe
a sigh of relief
like a tourist town in the Fall
when the rain comes down
and there's no place to be,
nothing to see
I am a forest regenerating,
waiting for you to leave
so I can come alive again
Where are you from,
what are you doing with your life
who fucking cares
we all end up the same
You can wrestle with God,
my friend, all you want
I'd rather not pick fights
I know I can't win
I'd rather not waste energy
tending to my wounds,
tending to my sin.