Thistle

Joy it comes and goes

it speeds through ebb and flow

it falls, it ignores me

and christ if he sacrificed his life

so I'll have mine, why does god

still treat me like a whore?

he ignores me

and thistles are thriving in my garden

mistletoe I'll be avoiding

simple things always turn complex

entangled, a ribbon in a rose bush

strangled, a singer in a car crash

I would invite you in but promise me this

please ignore this mess

suffice to say that I've survived

my own demise and joy

washed me up on the shore

oh please ignore me

thistles are thriving in my garden

mistletoe I'll be avoiding

simple things always turn complex

and thistles are thriving in my garden

over grown I'll be alone for so long

I'd invite you in but promise me this

please ignore this mess