I didn’t read the things
they wanted me to hear.
I guess the nativity has been
told by the Bible verses.
And here’s another tale,
it’s not like the ones
you’ve already heard.
You’ve been called lucky
when they saw you with me
but the warning signs
was all I’ve ever known.
Exiled by the times I’ve spent
on doing nothing with you.
How am I still in love with
the verses in the Bible about
how they dreamed of a better
tomorrow than the ones of
yesterdays spent without you?