Last Good Friday was the day I lost my virginity.
A Holy Day indeed.

It was around 4am when I finally felt that the time was right.
4am on Good Friday.

We all skipped school for "religious celebration" and you made sure I screamed
"Oh, My God!"

There is just something about sin encompassing you in a time of bliss.
Something that makes you forget it's sin.

Probably because the sweat tasted so sweet
The Blood of Christ could not compare.

But I was being crucified along side our Savior.
I was giving something up for you that you could never return.