Ever since you, grays have been grayer.
Ever since you, I’ve been better at praying,
That someday I’d get back to being,
That me from before I remember seeing,
You in the park that day with Thomas.
That day I knew I’d break every promise,
I’d ever made about being a man,
Who stands by his morals and follows a plan.
Ever since you, lines have been blurry.
Ever since you, I’ve been in a hurry,
To find a distraction,
Some kind of contraption,
To change how I’ve felt,
Have a new hand be dealt,
To believing in heaven.
To take back going in on your two and your seven.