What I felt like as a sinner When I broke my bread with saints And all the crumbs under the table said "This is my body, I can't give to you" Oh my god what a mess I've made Oh my god what a mess I've made of you You say, "Wow", looking up into the clouds "the sun beams look like poles Made for god to slide down In case of fire, in case of flood (In case we drown) In case of an emergency But there isn't one right now, right now "Or not to be" I say staring at my feet Reciting bleaker halves of quotes of poets Buried underneath them And I sigh in an act of great defeat Saying, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh I don't care I don't care how naive