Bitterness - Mark Eitzel

Now you read through the lives of the saints

And you said if I was a saint, I’d have a bigger beggar’s bowl

But now all you read is a list of complaints

Bitterness poisons the soul

You’re a student of archaeology

And you take comfort in cities that fall

When you smashes your place up

You thought you were making history

Bitterness poisons the soul

You took your name apart and then you put it back

As someone you never wanted to know

Now you’re just as helpless as those you attack

Bitterness poisons the soul

I don’t know if I will ever love again

You like to wear expensive designer shades

You’re so cool you turn spring into fall

But you find as the world darkens, it’s you that fades

Bitterness poisons the soul

You dig through your closets for old truths

You used to wear like an actor who forgot his role

Like a coward jonesing for the next big scare

Bitterness poisons the soul

I don’t know if I will ever love again