Praying for the Mantis

Your no response Should not imply A higher value But that's fine This car won't run Without wheels That plane won't fly Under the steeple  8AM, went to work Watched my soul crush By the church I went on in And said a prayer Then watched that truck swerve I hung the clothes Dried them out In my own self-righteous draught Why do we want What we can't have? That spider venom Stings so bad And now I know, don't explain That primal instinct In our brain That intermittent attention Is more addictive Driving away We missed the destination anyway It's hard to explain Walking faster without trying to pretend That we are really moving We might talk about it We could talk about it But when we walk about it makes It makes my head explode I won't complain If we drive and never sleep again We didn't gain All that much now just a mantis Praying for an old guy with no senses But he won't feel it And I don't hear it 'Cause when we talk about it makes It makes my head explode We're overlooking Your mother's cooking Nobody's looking We're overlooking Your momma's cooking Nobody's looking