Stolen Pts 1 & 2

Drenched by a thought
That I’ve lost my faith in God. I still hide underneath umbrellas in hoping the
sky doesn’t see me there, but that sounds like
Faith to me
There was a time, I wasn’t so easily distracted, but now I can’t tell if I’ve
been faithful or naive
I still don’t like the feeling
I stood in front of you but to you I was background music, in another room on
the telephone you were saddened
I couldn’t believe how fragile we can be and how stubbornly we can pretend
everything is alright
I would do anything to give her words. If God could only see to use her instead
of me, I would go to him and bleed myself clean
I would apologize for wasting his time. I would apologize for wasting my life
And when the whole world asks, why I never called them back, they will point
their crooked fingers to you
And I will wish I would have one more moment to say, «It's all my fault.»
It’s one am, she is still alive inside her body somewhere, fill her veins with
tubes, read her a book and lay beside
Do you ever lie awake at night because daylight is such a burden sometimes?
So many people to please and no soul in your bones to
Keep their glasses full. I wonder why beautiful days always end in rain,
or why a crow carries death like a worm to the nest, I protest
It’s all the same