Let me tell you a story
There's a moth on the window
Naked woman in his bed
It's the anniversary of his savior's d**h
Like Lazarus in the tomb
Like the Messiah himself
He's wrapped inside the sheets
Just wishing he was someplace else
Ah but here she is
Willing
But all he can think about is Him
Running around in the underworld with a set of keys
So he tells her "I don't know if you know what kind of man I am
I think it's probably best that you leave"
Then she kisses his forehead
Wraps her legs around him
Then he's walking on the water
Then he's drowning in the sea
He asks her "Do you know what day it is?"
She replies "Friday"
He asks "Do you know who Jesus is?"
She replies "Doesn't everybody?"
He said "No no no
Can we have this conversation?
How do I explain it?
I'm obsessed by Him
He is definitely my fascination"
She says "Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah no
This isn't the time for that
In fact you need to learn to compartmentalize
And not keep mixing all of these whites and blacks"
So he lays her on her back
And then he gives it to her in every way she asks
The end