Letter to God (1998)

Say, hello, you ready?

Hello, nice to meet you

This a microphone, it tells a voice

What does mommy use the microphone for?

It's for, for mommy sing

Yeah, for mommy's singing

Who's your favorite singer? (please, God, or whoever you are)

Mommy

Please, God, or whoever you are

Please, God, or whoever you are

Please, God, or whoever you are

Please, God, or whoever you are

These days I get less calls 'cause no one wants to hear my voice

I miss the days when I was gettin' texts that I could just avoid

And I've been tryin' to be calm and not pre-emptively destroy

I wonder who here really loves me, or who wants to be employed

Every time I'm in the real world, I just end up paranoid

And stay at home all by my lonesome with my little baby boy

And I watch him on the kitchen floor, he's playin' with his toys

And I don't ever wanna leave him, but I don't think it's my choice

So I'm basking in these moments where I feel a shred of joy

But I don't think my pleads are heard because I'm screaming in the void

I'm screaming

Please, God, oh, you've gotta be sick

Why do you make it hurt, and why's it over so quick?

Please, God, I'm finally loved

I've finally found somebody I don't wanna get rid of

Please, God, is it busy up there? (Please, God, or whoever you are)

You took a little while to respond to my prayer

Please, God, no, this doesn't seem fair

I'm tryin' not to show it, but I'm terribly scared

Please, God, or whoever you are

Please, God, or whoever you are

Please, God, or whoever you are

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, mm