Desert Cottontails from Catholic Guilt by Rory Strong

Outside the waiting room, there is a little garden.
I watch the little desert cottontails sticking their little heads in.
There days I’m free to care, I’m free to care.
But I will not be ruled by it.
I never thought I’d be standing on the other side of a hospital bed.

Father, I’ve got a confession:
Love my life more than I meant to.
Who left the fruit in the garden?
So unnamed parties would take a bite, wonder if it’s what their god secretly wants.

You say you’re not like the other boys and maybe that’s true.
Because we’ve all got cool tricks up our sleeves, but we’re never as cool as you.
When you’re onstage and you’re rocking and you’re doing that thing that you do.
When you’re onstage and I love you and you’re doing that thing that you do.

Father, I’ve got a confession:
Love my life more than I meant to.
Who left the fruit in the garden?
So unnamed parties would take a bite, wonder if it’s what their god secretly wants.

So unnamed parties would take a bite in wonder.
Yeah, so unnamed parties would take a bite in wonder.
Yeah, so unnamed parties would take a bite and wonder if it’s what their god secretly -
Could I know what my god secretly wants?

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