Preacher

Preacher
Preach,
Baby, preach to me
I got maybe three
Songs left in me.
And hope,
I got no more hope.
Except at the end of a rope,
and swinging feet.

Come get the last of me.
I'm over everything.
And how can you fail me now?
When I'm here,
Here on the ground.
Dream,
Baby, dream for me.
I'm in my final scene,
playing for release.
And preach, my darling, preach, baby.
Tell me I'm worthy of something,
Like love at least.
Come get the best of me.
I'm over everything