Who Would Leave Their Son Out in the Sun...

It's time that all these things that I do, no matter what

Become things of the past

It's time that all these things that I wish I could forget

Join in the ranks

Of things I regret

But there aren't enough archangels in the sky to come down (and)

To make me feel right

I'm miserable whenever I think of it

And I think of it all the time

You could part their feathered wings and have your way with them

Just like you do to all of us, all the time

What point is there in pushing on

When all you push against is a brick wall?

Everyone spends some time on the cross

I just want to make sure it's not a total loss

So maybe I'll get tanned

And lose some weight while I wait

Everyone spends some time on the cross

I just want to make sure it's not a total loss

So, deny me three times

Or hurry up and fucking decide