I am sitting on my knees in this little white church.
There are two pews.
I in one, you late.

I go out to my car and grab a beer.
I am drinking away my pain in this little white church.
That is when I hear you pull in.
You walk in with grace,
Pretending to care and stop me.
I throw the bottle at the altar.
It won't break completely,
Like me.

You hold me in this little white church.
Till you think I am okay.
You walk out.
Gunshot.

I am dead in this little white church on the side of the road.