All You Do With Guilt, Iscariot
What I felt like as a sinner
When I broke my bread with saints
And all the crumbs under the table said
"This is my body, I can't give to you"
Oh my god what a mess I've made
Oh my god what a mess I've made of you
You say, "Wow", looking up into the clouds
"the sun beams look like poles
Made for god to slide down
In case of fire, in case of flood
(In case we drown)
In case of an emergency
But there isn't one right now, right now
"Or not to be"
I say staring at my feet
Reciting bleaker halves of quotes of poets
Buried underneath them
And I sigh in an act of great defeat
Saying, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I don't care I don't care how naive