DR. ED BOWL

Broke my mother's heart again Every day that I don't pray is another day in hell to mend. What's that count up to now That guilt stretches for a thousand miles All the way down the aisle There's so much unsaid in this land of free speech There's so much untouched between us and these sheets. Just let go Of the plague That binds you to a fable where you'll be saved Hell is risen, and I think he likes me You gave me wings But kept all the feathers Now we're old ghosts Is it ok to be ok