I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy
I don't know what to do
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 colour and shapes you drew
a paper cut 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 know
the passive power of the truth so cut me loose
if I could write another phrase
we might be better off this way
but there's no use
no there's no use