Sold my God a silk tie to perpetuate the lie that he needs a collection of simple things. Move another mountain and go to the movies. And take from me a sinful taste. You've always been the reckless one. I tried to be the same, be consistent, one anyone could call at any time. What do I do? When you changed me. Have I been the right guy to fill up your pages? I know, it's just another stupid letter that you put all of our names in. Left the cab, you were drunk when I got there. Held yourself up with an arm on the table. Why did you think everything was so funny then? I tried to reason with you, you tried to point out my mistakes. In a slurred, attacking sort of way. I left and I taught you, that grace has it's limits. Would I change it if I knew what it would mean then