Write me down as heavenless
Or don’t include me on your list
Son of God and Son of Man
Crouched and writing in the sand
You’ll be dead by thirty-three
Disciples laughing as you bleed
And those you called but never chose
Flipping quarters for your clothes
But god, I don’t know which is worst:
That my prayers were rehearsed
That I’m covered in dirt, or
That I was hung over in church
And my voice was the worst
And I forgot all the words
I’ll only love you ‘til it hurts
I’ll only love you ‘til it hurts
Making love in your backseat
Drunk and stupidly at peace
Think I remember getting dressed;
My mind’s kept hidden all the rest
And Man was formed from Woman’s rib:
They changed that detail for the film
The stumbling block you’ve always known
Has now become the cornerstone
And all I know I had to learn
But the river turned
Into blood and dirt
And I was hung over in church
And my whole family burned
And I was caught at my worst
When the Son of God returned
I’ll only love you ‘til it hurts
I’ll only love you ‘til it hurts