Tomorrow's Problems

Sold my God a silk tie to perpetuate the lie that he needs a collection of
simple things.
Move another mountain and go to the movies.
And take from me a sinful taste.
You’ve always been the reckless one.
I tried to be the same, be consistent, one anyone could call at any time.
What do I do?
When you changed me.
Have I been the right guy to fill up your pages?
I know, it’s just another stupid letter that you put all of our names in.
Left the cab, you were drunk when I got there.
Held yourself up with an arm on the table.
Why did you think everything was so funny then?
I tried to reason with you, you tried to point out my mistakes.
In a slurred, attacking sort of way.
I left and I taught you, that grace has it’s limits.
Would I change it if I knew what it would mean then