More conviction

Can you believe that only yesterday

I went to my preacher,

Asking him to wash away sins

in exchange for fifty bucks and my eternal soul?

All the time thinking about how your face would look

when he asked me if I believed in God.

I can't help but imagine him without his robes

sitting at home watching tabloid tv.

No better than you or me.

And then crash

out pours your words from my memories.

They tell me that I need to get over myself for now.

And i can't stop myself

or the angry pity I feel for myself,

caused by your all knowing indifference.

So my love, I say with conviction unknown to my youthful heart of yesterday

how dare you?