Verse attack!
Housemates.
I've spent too much time with God lately,
and we haven't been getting on.
He doesn't approve of my choice of friends,
I don't like how he treats his son.
I feel like he's always judging me,
for leaving dirty plates in the sink
He's everywhere in this house that I want to be
And I just need my own space to think.
We're getting so bored of each other,
He's starting to grate on my nerves
I hate how he knows what I'm going to say,
Before I can put it in words
(He's not been the same since the little ones went,
Ran off with Lucy and refused to repent.)
And now... well.
He used to be so creative,
These days, he just stares at the wall,
Watering the plants and chewing his nails,
Waiting for the children to call.