I used to be married
Now I drag around the ring on a sling
In a barrel of salt
She gave me her 20's
Gave her a painting by my mother
Of a couple of marigolds
I've barely been in my body since Obama
Is it karma, this whole drama?
Now my home ain't my home
There's nowhere I can be
And nobody I can trust
So I'm just riding
On this bus 'til I'm gone
She dyed my clothes with marigold
When they got old and pitiful
The pigment is so beautiful
But the stains are still visible
This is not a parable
This is real, it's painful
Me and my demands were a handful
Mostly shе lived up to her name though
Now I drag around the ring on a sling
In a barrel of salt
She gave me her 20's
Gave her a painting by my mother
Of a couple of marigolds
I've barely been in my body since Obama
Is it karma, this whole drama?
Now my home ain't my home
There's nowhere I can be
And nobody I can trust
So I'm just riding
On this bus 'til I'm gone
She dyed my clothes with marigold
When they got old and pitiful
The pigment is so beautiful
But the stains are still visible
This is not a parable
This is real, it's painful
Me and my demands were a handful
Mostly shе lived up to her name though
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