Church

Logos, Agon Create sad songs Bank-rank checkmate Wait for next days I haven't seen you standing at your altar But you are not the only one who's faltered Tracing small shapes Goodnights, off days Bedroom, too much "Find a new crutch" No conviction when I speak your gospel I always was a pretty shit apostle Trembling fingers Neck scars linger Pavement, godlike Pray for prom night I just wanna overgrow with vines You could too, we'd overdose on time If nothing's bigger than me, shouldn't I feel bigger? I just don't wanna be alone. But that's the kicker I could yell, I could level cathedrals We're pretty small for the root of all evil It feels like I just got here Feels like I just got here Feels like I just got here Feels like I just got here Feels like I just got here What d'you mean, you're "not here"? But when all the fog clears We're here We're here We're here We're all here