I feel like such a pagan
Compared to church people
In stained glass houses
With lovely steeples
I don’t know why
You bother with me
I don’t bring you joy
Just cause you grief
I’m not even sure why
You saved me
from death…many times,
And yeah, spiritually
I listen to people
Who think they know you
Maybe they do
But somehow I doubt it
Do they stay up with you
Alone at night
Listening to you
While you make them cry?
I didn’t think so.
As for Christmas
I don’t know where to start
I can’t give anything
But a broken heart
So I’m not sure
Where this is leading to
Ten years ago
I thought I knew…
But I was a different man
Back then,
And didn’t know you.
