Fill your mouth with rocks when you're talking to the ocean Paint a redwood ring around the Moon Every tiny star to somewhere else is an explosion And you're crying in your oldest brother's room I'm so sorry, honey, that when you needed me to pray I couldn't find the words to say It's just that I don't think He's up there listening Flowers fill your mind when you are bending over backwards Trying to collect a skipping stone Every passing stranger has some love that they are after Sometimes I only feel that love when I'm alone So God, now if You're up there, why did his heart stop for no reason? Couldn't You have stopped the bleeding? If we're all just being used, then what's the point of still believing?