Chapel

Two fingers laying softly
On my shoulder after
Finger touching my skin
The angels are mixed up
In the kicked up dust
Of dirty playing boys…

The orange does kicked up
Mixes with pain killing drugs
And dead bugs I lay flat
And the glass stains my face

And like most of absorvs
Passing directionally at my feet
I guess I should leave
The dust floats down
From heaven scraping my face
And I breathe it in

I’ve convinced you of
My heart is clean of your love
Don’t believe a word
And i’m sorry i still don’t know god
And i’m sorry i’m breaking your heart
I will redeem myself

In confidence I give you
the freckles on the back of my left hand
You kiss them in the evening
And the blood runs hot through the fault
Line of my veins
Of my veins

I’ve convinced you of
My heart is clean of your love
Don’t believe a word
And i’m sorry i still don’t know god
And i’m sorry i’m breaking your heart
I will redeem myself

I’ve convinced you of
My heart is clean of your love
Don’t believe a word
And i’m sorry i still don’t know god
And i’m sorry i’m breaking your heart
I will redeem myself