paroles de chanson Marigold - WHY?

I used to be married
Now I drag around the ring
On a sling
In a barrel of salt

She gave me her 20s
Gave her a painting
By my mother
Of a couple of marigolds

I've barely been in my body
Since Obama
Is it karma, this whole drama?
Now my home ain't my home

There's nowhere I can be
And nobody I can trust
So I'm just riding
On this bus 'til I'm gone

She dyed my clothes with marigold
When they got old and pitiful
The pigment is so beautiful
But the stains are still visible
This is not a parable
This is real, it's painful
Me and my demands were a handful
Mostly she lived up to her name though

Last stop
Man, you gotta get off
I gotta take it on back to the depot
Last stop
Come on pal
You gotta get off
That Starbucks right there's open mi amigo

She dyed this coat with marigold
But the stain is still visible
This mess is not repairable
And the aftertaste is terrible

Last stop
Come on man
You gotta get off
I gotta get it back to the depot
Last stop
Yo bro
Time to get off
What you ain't got no people?

I used to be married
Now I carry 'round the ring
On a sling
In a barrel of salt