preachers kid

Sunday pews became my bed My mom singing"Great Is Thy Faithfulness" Dad's preaching white shirt and tie And I get Sunday school candy If my scriptures are memorized Christmas plays I didn't get the lead Crying to my choir teacher named Denise I get baptized when I turn six Heard the business of a couple My parents were counseling And I can hear the critics now Saying"Man, I hope she got out" And all the podcast arama People talking about religious trauma How tragic what heals can also hurt And if that's your story, I sympathize But it's just not mine Married a boy who talks to God just like me And we consult Him before we do anything I pick staying in most nights And the clean versions of pop records I like And I can hear the critics now Saying"Man, I hope she got out" And all the podcast arama People talking about religious trauma How tragic what heals can also hurt And if that's your story, I sympathize But it's just not mine And I could throw a rock and hit A preacher's kid, who went insane and lost it Hate to break it to my therapist But it's not the reason I've been comin' in And I can hear the critics now Saying"Man, I hope she got out" And all the podcast arama People talking about religious trauma How tragic what heals can also hurt And if that's your story, I sympathize If that's you I hope you find peace of mind And know every story doesn't end alike Cause it's just not mine