Jesus From Texas

My mom turned eighteen in the 1960s
And she doesn’t remember Stonewall
To be fair, she can’t have known I’d be her kid
That the bricks launched at police would compel me to exist
And I think about that now down the ballot
Of the ones I love and I don’t know yet
I voted for you

Oh, what a terrible honor it is
To watch the sky fall as a character witness
I spent the rest of the night freaking out
I had to get high just to put myself down
But I woke up for you

And I cut my hair because I’m worth it
And thesе days I believe in Bigfoot morе than God
‘Cause who’s he hurtin’?
I grew up a preacher’s kid cleaning up after communions
I know that a church is not a way to live
It’s a weekly reunion
My best friend found God, so we lost touch
I guess a Savior beats a friend who thinks you’re good enough
I hope she finds love and peace
And if her kid comes out, I hope that she calls me

Oh, what a terrible honor it’s been
To learn that my blessings are things you call sins
I’ll spend the rest of my life tearing down
The Jesus from Texas you put in a crown
But I won’t give up on you