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

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 it's true you never knew
the passive power of the truth
would let me lose

if I could write another phrase
we might be better off this way

but there's no use