Call off communion.
I use my Sundays to sleep in and I
Can't wrap my head around the concept of you believing in
Some kind of Holy Ghost who cares
About my choice of words and thoughts
And friends and food and family and whom I decide to love.
It took me 20 years to wriggle myself out and now
I have to answer questions I thought I had figured out.
And I don't see.
Why didn't you tell me that you had no answers, too?
Had I known that you're scared I would've tried to comfort you.
And I wanna make you feel loved. Cause if you do
I don't think there's a need for a God.
And there's no place in hell for us.
Only eulogies and flowers in the dust.
Ain't that enough?
There is no one above there to save you.
There is no higher power to guide your stride.
We are alone in the dark, merely passing through.
And we only have each other to shed the light.
I'll be your light.
Why didn't you tell me that you had no answers, too?
Had I known that you're scared I would've tried to comfort you.
And all that you thought me has been shaken to the core.
No, I don't think I can do this anymore.
And I wanna make you feel loved. Cause if you do
I don't think there's a need for a God.
And there's no place in hell for us.
Only eulogies and flowers in the dust.
Ain't that enough?
Ain't that enough?