Why We Aren't Going to Heaven, Pt. 4

Always wondered where you'd go
Since you'd always come back safe I assumed it was somewhere nice
God's got something in their throat, all choked up and bereft of word
There's some things you just can't describe
I'm so scared of the thought of you, that's why it's taken me years to write
And I wonder how I'll go, whether grasped by the arm and flung
Or assisted up every flight
If there'll be all the well-lit roads, all the columns refined from quartz
Every hour a golden chime
They think little of things I do, and I can't seem to catch their eyes
It's a wonder how I know all the trouble I've caused
By now barely phases their umber heart
Always checking for a change, always waiting on the rain
I'm still wondering where you are
So if this reaches then code me back, I remember your password last
Keep it written on my arm
Every mark's a parable, grandiose and yet so succinct
Tried three times but the screen went dark
Every star gets connected by lines and I try to preserve the links
Ain't it charming how every time I'm fixated on what you think?
If I'm looking down you best believe I'm coming now, leave some space for me