Shortly after we were born
The doctors told our parents to watch out for these ones
Said not to feed us after midnight
And never ever to get us wet
So we grew up hungry
Always wanting more
And we grew up *****
So we learned never to be afraid to dive headfirst
Into any situation
Unless somehow
we might walk away clean

I refuse to look my Sunday’s best
When I know God’s still gonna love me
Thursday’s worst
The only time I ever got wet was when I was baptized under a leaky faucet
In an old house held together by
memories and bones
Missing teeth and ****** noses
Two black eyes and bad plumbing
Been spending my whole life still trying to ***** that clean spot
Right in the middle of my head

We never needed some old man to forgive us
for everything
We ever did
This is why I never look my Sunday’s best
I still love me
Monday’s worst
And Tuesday’s worst
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday and Saturday’s worst

And I am not so naïve to think that my best
On any given day
could
Actually
Last
A whole day
So
I still love me Sunday night
When the dust I shake from my feet
Just gets in my eyes

And I am not god
But
You pick any day
And I promise
I’ll still love you