Tarnished Heart

I feel like such a pagan
Compared to church people
In stained glass houses
With lovely steeples

I don’t know why
You bother with me
I don’t bring you joy
Just cause you grief

I’m not even sure why
You saved me
from death…many times,
And yeah, spiritually

I listen to people
Who think they know you
Maybe they do
But somehow I doubt it

Do they stay up with you
Alone at night
Listening to you
While you make them cry?

I didn’t think so.

As for Christmas
I don’t know where to start
I can’t give anything
But a broken heart

So I’m not sure
Where this is leading to
Ten years ago
I thought I knew…

But I was a different man
Back then,
And didn’t know you.