Easter Eggs

the story goes, beautiful mysterious things
happen we when sleep
when our backs are turned
he sneaks around, hides the sweetest things for us
without a sound, that’s 'cause he’s a ghost

but us kids have a thought
that mom’s been making it up
so our hearts don’t break like easter eggs

it’s what they say
never let the facts get in the way
you’re ruining the best part of the myth
but the stakes are high
like a savior lifted up above the ground
when it’s all you have
everything looks like a nail

and it’s easier to say
it was meant to be this way
laid out just for you like easter eggs

and either this is what you wanted
or i’m not praying hard enough
in either case you can’t be trusted
and i think i’m giving up
oh, i think i’ve given up

my friends and i
have been digging in the dirt so long
looking for the bones
buried in the ground
see, our daddy left
we never even saw his face
but mom insists he was really real
but we look like just her
immaculately made
the truth well hidden just like easter eggs