Do you still have doubts that us having faith makes any sense? I know what its like to Love, to Understand it in a way no one else does. And I know what its like to have to, to feel the need to hide every kiss like it’s a sin against humanity. Not once, but twice, I’ve shielded myself And her because the common conventions Of a society too dim to light even the Darkest room made it wrong. The faith was unmistakable the first time, And it resonates even stronger now Four years apart, but you’re the one Like a game of pickup sticks Played by ******* lunatics Do you still have doubts that us having Faith Makes any sense?