I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy
I don't know what to doI am the only son of a pastor I know
who does the things I doBut if it was you I don't think that it would matter
Oh and if it was true then I just wouldn't matterI was amazed at the colour and shapes that you drew
A paper cut for twoI 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 storyI bet you did what you did when you did it
To do it again by the time you were done with itI bet you did what you did when you did
Just to tell every friend that you had that the lord did itI 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 wayBut there's no use
No there's no use
