I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy
and I don't know what to do.
And I am the only son of a pastor I know
who does the things I do.
But if it was you
I don't think that it would matter.
Oh and if it was true
then I just wouldn't matter
I was amazed at the color and shapes you do,
a paper part for two.
I am the only son of a bastard I know
that knows the bastard, too.
Because it was you,
I called it a different story.
But if I was you,
I'd make this a simpler story.
I bet you did what you did
when you did it
to do it again
by the time you were done with it.
I bet you did what you did
when you did
just to tell every friend that you have
that the Lord did it.
I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter.
You finally knew that you simply couldn't matter.
I guess that it's true you never knew
the passive power of the truth
would cut me loose.
If I could write another phrase
we might be better off this way,
but there's no use.
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