When I am lost,
they tell me to find God (up and down
and deeply shallow).
You love God like you loved that boy
your grave escape made careless and callow
The hands of my heart built your lonely home
But what is a home if it doesn’t love God? (up and down
and deeply shallow)
It seems to me that God
is a match
a warm light
crumbling
(ashes)
in your mouth.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
When I am lost,
they tell me to find God (up and down
and deeply shallow).
You love God like you loved that boy
your grave escape made careless and callow
The hands of my heart built your lonely home
But what is a home if it doesn’t love God? (up and down
and deeply shallow)
It seems to me that God
is a match
a warm light
crumbling
(ashes)
in your mouth.
