kill the mailman

When you got the mail this morning
I was circling in the kitchen
Windows along the walls
And I waited like a dog

I had every intention of giving you advice
But only when your eyes adjust to me

These things we don't say
Don't deliver blessings or curses
But we do

Another mail truck crashed into my porch
And the last one couldn't give the news.

I'm fine with the prophet filling my grave for me
I buried the shovel, so it's not a mistake

I'm looking for answers that ill never have
So you can't ever blame me
If I wasn't half bad