I was screaming out your name. I guess you never heard me, but I was screaming it for years, and I think I deserve a reason for why you've been so elusive. Now I've been thinking about my life and I can't believe that I have wasted so much time trying to be what everyone loves, the prodigal son returning. Oh, what a sight, the prodigal son returning
If Jesus Christ ever reached down and touched my life, he certainly left no sign to let me know he had. And I wouldn't mind that he couldn't find the time, it's just that now my heart longs for things that probably don't exist. But now I think I see this for what it is
Oh my soul! Oh, my soul is tired, but I've got an itch to scratch, I've got a stone to throw, and I want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones. I've got a bone to pick, and I want to pick it clean! Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief
I want something better. I want something real. And this is the part where my exit starts, because I caught a glimpse of the father's heart. Do we want something we can't have? So come on, friends, count up your sins: one for being human, two for being born like this. This isn't love. We're not in love. If you wanted love, you just should've spoken up