Happy Ash Wednesday!

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Why don't you want to let go, be angry, be just like me?

I can't stand it when you stand there, all meek and friendly.

Doesn't anything bother you, anything piss you off?

Because I don't understand what it is I'm doing wrong.


Because, see, I'm nice, I'm friendly, too!

So why am I not feeling as fulfilled as you do?

I must be broken, I guess it just didn't catch

because the only obvious devotion is yours on this Wednesday of Ash. 

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