Prayers

I squandered another day but that's okay
She wasn't here, I lost my dear
I slept through sixteen alarms, no fouls no harms
No substitute can follow suit
I'm staring off to outer space, any staircase
Is just a waste, there's no haste

I cut myself with too much slack, enough to hang
At least my hat and head in shame
I got a nasty case of the vapours
According to soothsayers
Praying helps the prayers
I got a nasty case of the vapours
But praying helps the prayers

The iron's on, it's scalding hot, to sear the rot
To cauterize, avert your eyes
It must be nice to have a cause, look past the flaws
And seek applause, I couldn't care
I got a nasty case of the vapours
According to soothsayers
Praying helps the prayers
I got a nasty case of the vapours
But praying helps the prayers