A little diddy about the Second Coming. HHB Pt. 2 I know you hate me you’re just like my family I know i hate you I just don’t know why yet I know you hate me you’re just like anybody doing the best that you can when we were in preschool I remember you told me that you were the smartest kid in the world I didn’t believe you, does that mean I’m smarter than you? either way you still got the girl Jesus Christ is everybody Jesus Christ is you and me (hallelujah! hallelujah!) When we were 14, what did you tell me? that I was nothing without you then you stopped calling and dropped off completely I guess you needed me a little bit too but you couldn’t show it at least not in the moments when you called me a fag instead of my name I still can’t hate you even if I’m supposed to just goes to show that nothing has changed my palms are still sweaty and I still get erections at the most inopportune possible times and despite my convictions I still call this living my whole life changed the day I learned how to lie
