Praying for the Mantis

Your no response
Should not imply
A higher value
But that's fine
This car won't run
Without wheels
That plane won't fly
Under the steeple
8AM, went to work
Watched my soul crush
By the church
I went on in
And said a prayer
Then watched that truck swerve

I hung the clothes
Dried them out
In my own self-righteous draught
Why do we want
What we can't have?
That spider venom
Stings so bad
And now I know, don't explain
That primal instinct
In our brain
That intermittent attention
Is more addictive

Driving away
We missed the destination anyway
It's hard to explain
Walking faster without trying to pretend
That we are really moving
We might talk about it
We could talk about it
But when we walk about it makes
It makes my head explode

I won't complain
If we drive and never sleep again
We didn't gain
All that much now just a mantis
Praying for an old guy with no senses
But he won't feel it
And I don't hear it
'Cause when we talk about it makes
It makes my head explode

We're overlooking
Your mother's cooking
Nobody's looking

We're overlooking
Your momma's cooking
Nobody's looking