so we gauge our efforts on how close we are to heaven,
a ridiculous notion and you tell me so as you look on from afar.
But I'm hop-skotching
Almost effortlessly to the sleepy gates
I only look back to make sure you're watching, what's the point if you're not?
your unhappy gaze makes me realize how ridiculous I look and I turn my back on god. He lights up a cigarette and continues to watch Monday night football. I'm tired of these religious lines
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