I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy 

And I don't know what to do 

And I am the only son of a pastor I know 

Who does the things I do 

But if it was you 

I don't think that it would matter 

And if it was true 

Then I just wouldn't matter 



I was amazed at the color and shapes you do 

A paper part for two 

I am the only son of a bastard I know 

That knows the bastard too 

Because it was you 

I called it a different story 

But if I was you 

I'd make this a simpler story 



I bet you did what you did 

When you did it 

To do it again 

By the time you were done with it 

I bet you did what you did 

When you did 

Just to tell every friend that you have 

That the Lord did it 



I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter 

You finally knew that you simply couldn't matter 

I guess it's true you never knew 

The passive power of the truth 

Would let me lose 

If I could write another phrase 

We might be better off this way 

But there's no use