Pages

Living a lie, tellin' me that when I die
The book won’t have my name
Won’t even say a thing 'bout me inside
You’re on the line
Tell me, «Go back and hide
You know this isn’t you
You got everything to lose
Follow your pride»
Father, must not know your daughter
Not afraid of you, I’m not afraid of any altar
Guess you don’t know me well
Telling me that I need help
Handing me some dusty books
You never read your damn self
So I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)
I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)
Go on and let them judge, judge us
All I’m guilty of, guilty of is love
So I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)
I’m guilty of love
Blowing balloons for a party I never went to
Sorry that I wasn’t there
But they didn’t want me there
Sad, but it’s true
Hate her, must not love your neighbor
Not afraid of you, I’m not afraid of any savior
Guess you don’t know me well
Telling me that I need help
Handing me some dusty books
Saying I’m going to hell
So I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)
I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)
Go on and let them judge, judge us
All I’m guilty of, guilty of is love
So I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)
I’m guilty of love
But you took me to your revival
Preachin' from your dusty Bible
Might as well hand me the rifle
Tellin' me about survival
Tellin' me I’m not welcome here
I’m a sinner, a queer
Time to get on the floor
Time to ask for forgiveness, some more
Sitting safely behind your screen
Telling me that I deserve to bleed
Using your words as an offering
So when you bow down before your King
You can show Him your hands
That your hands are clean
But I’m drowning
In the name of Jesus, you’re killing me
So I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)
I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)
Go on and let them judge, judge us
All I’m guilty of, guilty of is love
So I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)
I’m guilty of love (Guilty of love)
I’m guilty of love (Guilty of love)
Go on and let them judge, judge us
All I’m guilty of, guilty of is love
So I’m writing my own pages (Ooh-oh)