Jesus in an Ashtray
I saw Jesus in an ashtray
There were questions to ask but I had nothing to say
Did I have my hands in the wrong place
They should have been on my head but in my pockets they stayed
Should I have been on my knees in the bathroom
When I surrendered to your letter and I thought I was drowning
I started to breathe like a cartoon
You said you're ready to see me and my heart started howling
I've got the angels in my eyelids and my hands on my chest
Though I don't believe in God and I hate him at best
I hear your voice in my footsteps and it feels like I'm blessed
I stared out the window and saw an image of death
I saw my childhood in the floorboards
I had the same wooden smile and a crack in my teeth
So I put a carpet on the sore thoughts
And hoped more than ever that they choked underneath
So now I'm leaving my sadness in the cabin
I'm turning my back and I'll head to the cliffs
I've planned the conversations we'll be having
But we'll say nothing before locking our lips
I've got the angels in my eyelids and my hands on my chest
Though I don't believe in God and I hate him at best
I hear your voice in my footsteps and it feels like I'm blessed
I stared out the window and saw an image of death
I've got nothing left to believe in
I just know that I should be leaving
I've got the angels in my eyelids and my hands on my chest
Though I don't believe in God and I hate him at best
I hear your voice in my footsteps and it feels like I'm blessed
I stared out the window and saw an image of death
There were questions to ask but I had nothing to say
Did I have my hands in the wrong place
They should have been on my head but in my pockets they stayed
Should I have been on my knees in the bathroom
When I surrendered to your letter and I thought I was drowning
I started to breathe like a cartoon
You said you're ready to see me and my heart started howling
I've got the angels in my eyelids and my hands on my chest
Though I don't believe in God and I hate him at best
I hear your voice in my footsteps and it feels like I'm blessed
I stared out the window and saw an image of death
I saw my childhood in the floorboards
I had the same wooden smile and a crack in my teeth
So I put a carpet on the sore thoughts
And hoped more than ever that they choked underneath
So now I'm leaving my sadness in the cabin
I'm turning my back and I'll head to the cliffs
I've planned the conversations we'll be having
But we'll say nothing before locking our lips
I've got the angels in my eyelids and my hands on my chest
Though I don't believe in God and I hate him at best
I hear your voice in my footsteps and it feels like I'm blessed
I stared out the window and saw an image of death
I've got nothing left to believe in
I just know that I should be leaving
I've got the angels in my eyelids and my hands on my chest
Though I don't believe in God and I hate him at best
I hear your voice in my footsteps and it feels like I'm blessed
I stared out the window and saw an image of death
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Writer(s): Jordan O'shea
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