Lyrics:

I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy
I don't know what to do
And I am the only son of a pastor I know
Who does the things I do

But if it was you I don't think that it would matter
Oh and if it was true then I just wouldn't matter

I was amazed at the colour and shapes that you drew
A paper cut for two
I am the only son of a bastard I know
That knows the bastard too

Because it was you I called it a different story
But if I was you I'd make this a simpler story

I bet you did what you did when you did it
To do it again by the time you were done with it
I bet you did what you did when you did
Just to tell every friend that you had that the lord did it

I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter
You finally knew that you simply couldn't matter

I guess that it's true you never knew
The passive power of the truth, so cut me loose
If I could write another phrase
We might be better off this way

But there's no use
No, there's no use