The Easy Confidence (What I Would Say to You Now)

I was screaming out your name,
I guess you never heard me.
But I was screaming it for years,
and I think I deserve
a reason for why you've been so elusive.
Now I've been thinking about my life and I can't believe that
I have wasted so much time trying to be what
everyone loves,
the prodigal son returning.
Oh, what a sight,
the prodigal son returning.

If Jesus Christ ever reached down
and touched my life,
he certainly left no sign to let me know he had.
And I wouldn't mind that he couldn't find the time,
it's just that now my heart longs for things that probably don't exist.
But now I think I see this for what it is.

Oh my soul!
Oh, my soul is tired,
but I've got an itch to scratch,
I've got a stone to throw,
and I want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones.
I've got a bone to pick,
and I want to pick it clean!
Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief.

I want something better.
I want something better.
I want something real.
I want something real.

I want something better.
I want something better.
I want something real.
I want something real.

And this is the part where my exit starts,
becase I caught a glimpse of the father's heart.

Do we want something we can't have?
Do we want something we can't have?

So come on, friends,
count up your sins:
one for being human,
two for being born like this.

This isn't love.
We're not in love.
If you wanted love,
you just should've spoken up.