I Tried to Talk to God (Matthew Schultz)

I ain’t been to sleep in days.
I ain’t felt this bad in years.
I drank some mud this mornin’,
but the brew can’t fix my heart.

Nah, it can’t fix my heart.

I ain’t been to sleep in days.
I ain’t felt this bad in years.
I answered the phone this mornin’,
but it didn’t have no advice.

Nah, it didn’t have no advice.

I ain’t been to sleep in days.
I ain’t felt this bad in years.
I showered up this mornin’,
but a shower can’t clean my hurts.

Nah, a shower can’t clean my hurts.

I ain’t been to sleep in days.
I ain’t felt this bad in years.
I talked to God this mornin’,
but he didn’t say nothin’ back.

Nah, he didn’t say nothin’ back.

I ain’t been to sleep in days.
I ain’t felt this bad in years.
I wrote a song this mornin’,
but my geetar wouldn’t sing.

Nah, my geetar wouldn’t sing.

I ain’t been to sleep in days.
I ain’t felt this bad in years.
I tried forgettin’ her this mornin’,
but life just ain’t no cinch.

Nah, life just ain’t no cinch
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(WRT310 Creative Writing, Fall 2005)
(Posted with permission of poet)