I'm starting to believe that there's a god and he hates me.
I'm starting to believe that my mom lied about grace and divinity,
And it hurts like a sunburn,
Wakes me up from a deep sleep.
I parked on the street out in front of St. Mary's.
I watched people leave, from the ma** in the evening.
With my windows down, I can still hear the gospel choir singing.
I stayed in the car, and the light from the stained-gla** window didn't reach me.
The cicadas are deafening,
Their voices caught in the breeze.
You're not walking next to me.
All alone is all I'll ever be.
You're not walking next to me.
I'm getting by.
The only faith I had left was a lie.
The leeches died, it turns out my blood was poison the whole time.
If someone bombed heaven,
The sky would look like it did, tonight,
All fractured and outlines.
Get me out of here alive.