The Plan

For once it’s a celebration but not for the reasons you’d think
For once I can let go and actually enjoy my drink
I finally realized that I’ll never have anything I’ve prayed for
I realize I was the fool for believing I could be me and have more
I’m not saying God has favorites but He definitely has preferences
Which doesn’t make sense considering He made our differences
So next week I’ve decided to ignore the bridge and go down the river
I’ll park somewhere and bleed out as I daydream about her
If only I’d won the lottery and paid for my happiness
If only I didn’t have to pick up the bottle to get some rest
I just hope I can meet and question God before I descend to Hell
I just hope I pass with a good reputation and story to tell