Had a Dollar
Written by Jenna Fournier
Had a party, then it ended. In the morning I felt so empty.
Had a dollar, drank it down. Had a bottle, spent it wrong, but oh....
.. at the bottom I found a friend...
... the kind who likes to trip you up again, and again, and again.
Had a lover, so long ago, who had bad habits that took control.
When my brother left, far away, my father and mother wept.
I was numb to pain.
But, oh, that coldness was yesterday.
You'll notice how they roll today, [the tears], they rain.
I've had some trouble with trusting God.
I know some folks say he's all we got.
I've been a whore with my fears and dreams..
.. sharing my soul with whoever seems to care.
I haven't pulled the gates up anywhere,
but heaven leaves the gates open upstairs, like he cares.