Sheís got God in her veins
and the unrelenting hope in her head
that all the answers to life can be found
in a leather bound book

And I donít know why I torture myself
with the lulls in the conversation
that beg to be filled with meaningless words
because there is no bridge long enough
to span the gap between us

Even I canít love a Jesus junkie
when sheís lives more for the bible
than she lives for life, but calls it living anyway
her reality connected to the man upstairs
that sheís sure loves her more than anyone else
and can tame all the dysfunction of her once wild heart

Iíve got science in my veins and an empty bed
thatís not filled with God, and never will be
despite all the blasphemy the sheets have seen
screaming out to a deaf universe
for something more than chemistry

© Indie Adams 2013
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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