I drunk dial God sometimes.
Say I still love Him when
He knows it’s just a lie ‘cause
I moved religions when you
baptized me that one night when I
dove between your thighs.
So I’ve been worshiping your knees
before I was born.
Been sinning on purpose
just so you could have
an excuse to forgive me.
On Sundays I am practicing my faith
by tucking your hair behind your ear.
Reciting prayers with my
tongue inside your cheek.
On Mondays I go to church,
I am lighting you candles,
I am kissing your feet. Will it be enough
for you to show that you exist?
That we were real?
Here are my hips,
it is my offering, take it.
Have mercy. I am weak
for you.
Oh, god, come back,
come back to me, please.
I have never believed in anything
as much as I believed in us.
No miracle now
can save me.
Will you take me in?
Are you there?
Are you listening?
— DRUNK DIALING GOD