There you are, hogging the front page.
Drawing blanks when thinking of sin’s wage.
If everyone has fallen short
some humbleness is overdue.
If I wished your face got stabbed,
well, I’d be just as bent as you.
There’s a chip that’s on my shoulder,
sucking us into quicksand.
The temperature is getting colder
a backwards ticking second hand.
There you go bullying again,
stealing the spotlight from better men.
If God is love, you got it wrong,
waving all your placards and flags.
The very fact that you’re alive,
says God must also love douche bags.
And the only saving grace,
we only ever need speak of,
if ever there’s a question,
the answer is to love.
