I lost God
Under my bed.
He's hiding behind the box
Of unopened maps,
cigarette butts
And a broken down heart
Too scared to be coaxed out
He's getting smaller, quieter now
He hardly wakes me up anymore
I
don't wonder if He made the sky
I
don't wonder if He'll hurt me
I
don't wonder if I'm in His Book
I
don't wonder, I know
It's all a goddamn lie.