Bamboo Plants

Fucking with a guitar that won't stay in tune
 I left my good one in my bedroom
 I haven't been home in a while
 Stopped showing up at my job
 Had a talk with God saying that's not what my heart wants
 I think he will figure it out
 I'm sure I will make it some other way
 I'll make it some other way
 Mail is piling up at my front door
 All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
 Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
 And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
 I think they will figure it out
 Think they will figure it out
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 Old Judy is waiting on the porch to hear my sound
 I remind her of her granddaughter she has lost to a different crowd
 So she is stuck drinking tall cans overseas
 Old Judy don't you know that alcohol is a disease and it still rattles me
 Still lives inside of me
 I think she will figure it out
 She will figure it out
 I think she'll figure it out
 Think she'll figure it out
 Mail is piling up at my front door
 All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
 Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
 And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
 I think they will figure it out
 Think they will figure it out
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 Panic revealed on your kitchen floor
 You hold me close saying it makes you love me more
 And that my wreckage won't make you run
 Dogs are howling in the yard
 I'm stargazing laying on a plastic lawn
 If you come close
 You bet I'll make you come
 You'll figure it out
 You figure it out
 You'll figure it out
 You figure it out
 Mail is piling up at my front door
 All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
 Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
 And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
 They will figure it out
 I think they will figure it out
 They will figure it out
 I think they'll make it some other way
 They'll make it some other way
 They'll figure it out
 Like I figured out