prodigal son

A camel pack at midnight From MAPCO down the road You always swore that you were quitting What fools you made us both You leave me, March is over Blue moons, the twelve pack cans The loss of me your revelation Your songs, a payment plan You idolize the lyrics Of men in leather coats And you adore sheep clothing You love their parables I call from the five thousand I beg to touch the cloak You are the hometown hero I am the girl at home And don't you wish that you were The saint you claim to be And don't you leave and call it A god-given prophecy And when will I learn to not Call pain love? When will I stop falling for The prodigal son The prodigal son Another lapse in judgment Another change of plan I'd lie to save your reputation I'd die to hold your hand Throw out the kitchen photos Call me my given name Revise the wills and antecedents Tell them re-dig the graves The years turn into benchmarks Of time to overrule I am your best transgression I am your finest fool And don't you wish that you were The saint you claim to be And don't you leave and call it A god-given prophecy And when will I learn to not Call pain love? When will I stop falling for The prodigal son The prodigal son And don't you wish that you were The saint you claim to be And don't you leave and call it Your god-given prophecy And when will I learn to not Call pain love? When will I stop falling for The prodigal son The prodigal son