Jesus Wouldn't Like It

City lights shining down on me
IЂ™m feeling something good
I wrote her into another song
She said, ЂњI knew you wouldЂќ
SheЂ™s a bohemian, living in a paper bag world
In this lunchbox town,
She thinks I write too many songs about girls
SheЂ™s always dreaming wide awake
When sheЂ™s lost she leads the way
She throws rocks at the stars
Dreams of living in cars
But she wonЂ™t love me
Jesus wouldnЂ™t like it that way
She forgets how to breathe
Never knows when to leave
But she wonЂ™t call me
Jesus wouldnЂ™t like it that way
Every weekend we both go to an uptown show
Actors make her feel a little more at home
And at midnight she gives thanks for another day through
She tells me she lies, then she tells me her lies are all true
I canЂ™t believe a word she says
But what if words are meaningless
She throws rocks at the stars
Dreams of living in cars
But she wonЂ™t love me
Jesus wouldnЂ™t like it that way
She forgets how to breathe
Never knows when to leave
But she wonЂ™t call me
Jesus wouldnЂ™t like it
Something here is telling me sheЂ™s holding out for more
SheЂ™s holding out her hands while her feet have left the floor
ThereЂ™s nothing left to say so sheЂ™ll scream away