P.,

I was a good kid I wouldn't do you no harm
I was a nice kid with a nice paper arm
Forgive me any pain I may have brung to you
With God's help I know I'll always be near to you

But Jesus hurt me when he deserted me
But I have forgiven Jesus for all the desire
He's placed in me when there's nothing
I can do with this desire

I was a nice kid through hail and snow
I'd go just to moon you
I carried my heart in my hands
Do you understand?
Do you understand?

But Jesus hurt me when he deserted me
I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love
He placed in me when there's no one
I can turn to with this love

Monday, humiliation
Tuesday, suffocation
Wednesday, condescension
Thursday, it's pathetic
by Friday, this life has killed me

oh pretty world,
why did he give me so much desire
when there's nowhere I can go
to offer all this desire
why did you give me
so much lovein a loveless world
when there's no one I can turn to
to unlock all of this love
why did you stick me in
self-deprecating bones and skin
Oh Jesus, do you hate me?
do you hate me? do you hate me?