In Sunday school's best and broken

Stain glasshouse of double standards

Shattered and vicious at a stone throw

Shards of the lord pursed and primmed

Constant blood rush where your mouth was

Rusted vows swayed at the convenience

On the chapel you swore by

"Where is he now?"

Pressed between the picket fence

The hearts we lived in

and the senseless faith you held

Sins stacked to the constellations

From the second verse of love

To the bible we left on

"What have I done?"