Tangerine

And I never thought that I'd save my praise
 For the song-less prayer for the opulent days
 When I met my maker, looked him in the face
 For the lost return of my childhood haze
 And I never thought that I'd meet my match
 In a parking lot outside the pumpkin patch
 With your auburn hair, the way you tied it back
 So I left my date, didn't even look back
 Never believed anything I was told
 'Cause my mother left when I was twelve years old
 And I slept outside under the old orange grove
 Eating tangerines for a sunken soul
 Soul, soul
 Soul
 A little compassion is too much to ask
 Of the old white men buying books with cash
 Say I take too long, so they're talking smack
 And I quit, I'm not paid enough for that
 'Cause I spent my whole life thinking I was wrong
 For questioning things, for writing songs
 For forgetting choreography I was shown
 For feeling the things that I've always known
 And there is so much that I'll never know
 Why this fox it follows everywhere I go
 From the church, we pass into the grocery store
 Even when I ask, he waits at my front door
 Door
 Door
 Door
 Never had faith in my life before
 'Til I found my god at the department store
 Where you worked the night shift and got off at four
 So, I'd wait for you up on the kitchen floor
 And I think the worst part of growing up
 Is starting to hate the ones you used to love
 And you sit there, staring in the dining room
 And you try to love them, but they hate you, too
 And you try to hate them, but they love you, too
 Think I'll make it to the pearly gates?
 'Cause I know I've seen better when I saw your face
 Make Saint Peter crumble under all that grace
 All that good in you outweighed all my hate
 Yeah, I think I'll leave, now, it's time to go
 'Cause I've slept in this grave 'bout a month or so
 And if I don't leave now then I'll never go
 I'll eat tangerines in my new found home
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