My mom turned 18 in the 1960s and she doesn't remember stone wall
to be fair she can't have known id be her kid
that the bricks launched at police would compel me to exist
and I think about that now down the ballot
of the ones I love and I don't know yet
and I wrote it for you
oh what a terrible honour it is
to watch the sky fall as a character witness
I spent the rest of the night freaking out
I had to get high just to put myself down
but I woke up for you
and I cut my hair, because I'm worth it
these days I believe in big foot more than god, because who is he hurting
I grew up a preachers kid, cleaning up after communions
I know that a church is not a way to live
its a weekly reunion
my best friend found god so we lost touch
I bet a saviour beats a friend who thinks you are good enough
I hope she finds love and peace
and if her kid comes out I hope that she calls me.
oh what a terrible honour its been
to learn that my blessings are things you call sins
ill spend the rest of my life tearing down
the Jesus from Texas you put in a crown
but I won't give up on you