I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy
And I don't know what to do
And I am the only son of a pastor, I know
Who does the things I do
But if it was you
I don't think that it would matter
Oh, and if it was true
Then I just wouldn't matter
I was amazed at the color and shapes you do
A paper part for two
I am the only son of a bastard, I know
That knows the bastard too
Because it was you
I called it a different story
But if I was you
I'd make this a simpler story
I bet you did, what you did
When you did it, to do it again
By the time you were done with it
I bet you did, what you did
When you did just to tell every friend
That you have that the Lord did it
I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter
You finally knew that you simply couldn't matter
I guess that is true, you never knew
The passive power of the truth would cut me lose
If I could write another phrase
We might be better off this way
But there's no use
Oh, there's no use