It’s 4:30. I do nothing loudly.
I despise the sunrise. I am weak without
You in my reach. I do nothing loudly.
Even in the daytime, I do nothing, lonely.
Now I can’t make things seem alright to you
If they’re not
And I can’t make things right like I used to
Because I’m not alright
Every time I enter church
It is peaceful like a hearse.
I do nothing loudly.
I do everything alone.
I am keeping my mind
Off of things I hadn’t tried
Before the driver pulled over
And left our bodies on the side.
Every day I think I look more like Jesus Christ
The one who died after his wine,
Not the one who came back to life.
Every day I think you look more like Jesus Christ
The one who suffered for our lives,
The one with stab wounds in his side.
I can only hope that in three days
We will wake up in the late night
And stick our fingers in each other’s sides
And know it’ll be alright
I can only hope that in three days
We will wake up in the late night
With our fingers in each other’s sides,
We’ll know it’ll be alright.
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