Why do you do the things you’ve done and how dumb would you have to be
To do them again like I know you’re going to?
If you’re the poet you say you are and beauty’s in everything you see
Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you?

Because when there’s suffering, you’re there
From southern trees, you hang them in the air
The world screams out in agony and you don’t care
But should the shit hit the fan, I just pray you will not be spared

Fuck you!

You took a heart with so much room for love and filled it with hatred and rage
Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die
People will tell you that if you don’t love your neighbor then you don’t love God
But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes

Now the way we hold each other so tight
Would look more like a noose if held up to the light
Because we betray each other in dreams every night
Now let’s never speak of it again, all right?