Cash

I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my mess Can’t you see that I have value still? Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill? Even if I don’t make any earnings, I’m still J.W. Earnings or Dave Will Heaven knows if I’ll ever lose my discernment and what it brings I’m more than just a paycheck or a bill I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my mess Can’t you see that I have value still? Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill? Please understand that I’m an unemployed poet and singer-songwriter That is priceless in God’s eyes, in Christ’s eyes He loves the poor and the rich alike…I am not a liar, But a truth-maker with an abundant amount of highs with absolutely no lies… I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my mess Can’t you see that I have value still? Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill? I’m sorry I don’t amount to your greatness I’m sorry I won’t put myself on a higher pedestal I’m sorry I’m not competitive or greedy with making wealthy progress I’m sorry I can’t be like you and all…or You who stands tall I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my mess Can’t you see that I have value still? Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill? Believe it or not, I have tried to dodge the bullets of doubts and fears My high spirits seem to rot, for I feel like naught sometimes these days Grieve me a river and I’ll be your ocean of a billion cheers and tears… I can’t deny, I’ve lived a long time to figure out the years wasted in many ways I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my mess Can’t you see that I have value still? Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill? I should’ve found a job long ago Remorse and guilt overflow too much I could’ve been more productive, you know? Things went out of course, of course you don’t clearly get it and such I’m done being defeated by disappointments and living in delusional denial I’ve won the battles of depression and anxiety far too long and I will walk hope’s hall In no time, I’ll be just as important as You This, I say true…who knew I would end up similar to you, but it’s the things you do I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my mess Can’t you see that I have value still? Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill? That piss me off to the max… All I have to do is truly relax… It’s like being a patient, patiently waiting for the ear to release its bothersome wax I am like a train without its train tracks I am useless, But useful for being a friend of yours and that, I say is true I am in distress, Yet I am happiness if change isn’t like these chores I do I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my mess Can’t you see that I have value still? Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill? However, I am making progress all my life To undo this trap I’m in and erase this strife to the core That slits my wrists like a cutter’s jagged knife You left me bleeding on the kitchen floor once more Wash me with worth… Bring me to this Earth of mirth Give me a reason to believe in myself Because I feel discouraged like an overworked elf… I’m winter’s frost within my soul… Yet I’m the bittersweet sunshine of Lake Havasu…are you like the sky so blue? I’m the splinter on your finger, so painful Get a grip and sip into my cup of mourning, brewed so true…and you haven’t a clue I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my mess Can’t you see that I have value still? Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill? What I’ve been through — Too much to handle or embrace I bear this anguish so true I am longing to see Your face Shine against my own again… Because I’m sick of this men… Staring me down like hawks to their prey Stay with me, Lord, for I won’t stray, but be on my way To seeing you shine I pray Your spirit be mine I am caught in the in-between Don’t intervene with my happy-go-lucky scene I feel much like trash When I’m not earning cash Can’t you see I’m working hard, Lord? According to Your will, according to Your accord I feel like I’m worthless When I’m unable to clean up my mess Can’t you see that I have value still? Can’t you see that I’m more than just a bill? You threw me out into the trash can Because you thought I was a useless bill You spent me way too much like cash, man Because you assumed I was worthless still