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.