I don’t want to believe that all of the above is true
But i could be persuaded if you were to give me proof
Why don’t you come over thursday maybe we can talk it through
As if some new information were possible to comprehend or introduce
After all you and i are nothing more than foregone conclusions
You were to busy steering the conversation toward the lord
To hear the voice of the spirit telling you to shut the fuck up
You thought it must be the devil trying to make you go astray
Besides it couldn’t have been the lord because you don’t believe he talks that way
Too close to call yet still so tightly wound around our foregone conclusions
