Fill your mouth with rocks when you're talking to the ocean
Paint a redwood ring around the Moon
Every tiny star to somewhere else is an explosion
And you're crying in your oldest brother's room
I'm so sorry, honey, that when you needed me to pray
I couldn't find the words to say
It's just that I don't think He's up there listening
Flowers fill your mind when you are bending over backwards
Trying to collect a skipping stone
Every passing stranger has some love that they are after
Sometimes I only feel that love when I'm alone
So God, now if You're up there, why did his heart stop for no reason?
Couldn't You have stopped the bleeding?
If we're all just being used, then what's the point of still believing?
