Every boy I've ever daydreamed about
was a "twenty pounds later" maybe
she was so damn cute at 16
she being me
I wish she had said something
and made me
one broken heart richer
Every boy I've ever daydreamed about
was a "twenty pounds later" maybe
she was so damn cute at 16
she being me
I wish she had said something
and made me
one broken heart richer
I have committed no crime to compare
yet still
my heart cries out to him
survive!
do not deny him once again!
live still, and
speak his name with tenderness
christ forgave the hands and spear which pierced his side
how much more would he forgive thee!
I wish, in moments of clarity,
pleading with Judas to yet live,
I could hear the same words
echoed back at me
Live! And yet utter his name with tenderness!
As the Lord does utter yours in heaven!