I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy   and I don't know what to do   and I am the only son of a pastor I know   who does the things I do   but if it was you   I don't think that it would matter   and if it was true   then I just wouldn't matter      I was amazed at the color and shapes you do   a paper part for two   I am the only son of a bastard I know   that knows the bastard too   because it was you   I called it a different story   but if I was you   I'd make this a simpler story      I bet you did what you did   when you did it   to do it again   by the time you were done with it   I bet you did what you did   when you did   just to tell every friend that you have   that the Lord did it      I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter   you finally knew that you simply couldn't matter   I guess it's true you never knew   the passive power of the truth   would let me lose   if I could write another phrase   we might be better off this way   but there's no use