I counted the stripes on the scarf
nine,
thirty,
twenty seven times,
and came to find that the buzz word of the night
was fifty two pick up,
but we never had enough cards.
What a buzz kill.
And I slept on the floor of the sanctuary
with my eyes wide open and my heart rate slow,
just watching and listening to
the ghosts of Christmas past
filtering through the pews.
I think I met God last night.
I think He told me I was wrong.
But the foundations collapsed
and we were left shaking on the bathroom floor,
history spreading itself in front of us
like the blanket on the dirty ground.
You left me with a smile and a hug,
'cause you can't taste magic the way I can.
I think He was right
to tell me what I am.
And the world goes helter skelter in the midst of the spin.
There are approximately two and three quarters of a second before
you can feel the cold floor shift under your face.
For a second, it's perfect.
I met God in the sunrise.
I think He didn't want me.
You're the first person I danced with in the New Year,
and it was seconds before I was sprawled on the floor
with my cape twisted through my hair...
I think I met God last night.
