You should have done it when you had the chance
These sins not committed become sins of omission so fast
when you've got nothing but time to think of the past
It shouldn't matter, the things that you've done
Faces, and places, and names, and shame in the dark
And I don't wanna know - but I do wanna know
Why can't you be like me?
Disgusted with the way things are
Embarrassed about how they were
and frightened about how they'll be
You don't know the half of it, I can't even grab at it
I'm down to the bone
I'm all thumbs and apathy, there's no need to laugh at me
I'll do that on my own
You take the passion out of the Christ
and all that you're left with is a naked woman, enticed
and a a man in distress because his garden's a mess
Be like me!
Disgusted with the way things are
Embarrassed about how they were
and frightened about how they'll be