never have i ever loved you
quite the way that you deserve
you gave your all as if a tall tale
i compared you to a storm

don't remember sunny days
after school we'd wait a while
don't forget the bitter autumns
all the spring dead
like a coffin

forgive me for the three times I denied you
forgive my tears for their taste of salt
from the nights I looked back
forgive me for taking your hands
and turning them into bread
you are not to be devoured
your body never was mine
consecrated to be broken
and even if it was
what disciple am i
to be worthy of you
my love is not strong enough
to hold another lover to that cross
my soul too undeserving
but i need you to know
like you know the cracks in your ceiling
from staying up at nights
i need you to know
i will lay these palms down
lining your path
anywhere you choose to go
even if you find someone
who would rip apart the seams of heaven
to hear your prayers
even if she carries your cross
even if she washes your feet
i would part seas for you
i would spill this wine of my blood
to make you smile
i would write a new covenant
to every morning you awoke
i would give to you all the pearls
in heaven's gates
because you are my patron saint
you can sharpen me with your iron
you can refine me in the fire

and when i see you smile from the other side of the car,
i can't help but notice all of your freckles
and the way your hair curls at your neck,
but more cliche is the way i can't get your voice out of my head
and when you sing for no reason
is when i see the colors in your eyes and how they know me
and i know them
i never want to hold another man in my arms and grasp his head between my hands
i never want to know the way another man walks or treats his mother
i only want to know your ways and love you 'till the end of days

take my picture at my funeral
i'll be looking peaceful
take your picture at my funeral
i'll be right there with you

Oh, to regress to a child
In a splendid grove gardened
To accommodate growth
The last thing desired '**** ripened