Heaven

I used to be pretty happy because I knew that when I died I would go to heaven because I knew Jesus and I felt his love in my heart, but sometimes I felt bad because sometimes all I could think about was sex.

Then I went to college and I found out there was no such thing as God, and life evolved from simple hydrocarbon gasses, and the love I felt was just somethin goin on in my brain. So I thought "great" I can have all the sex I want.

But that hasn't exactly turned out so well for me. And sometimes I think maybe all I really wanna do is to go to heaven.
And sometimes people won't give me the time of day. And sometimes I think maybe all I really wanna do is to go to heaven.