Well, I found God
She was 5' 2''
She swore like a sailor with eyes like the moon
Dressed all in roses, but never once bled from the thorns
When I found the Devil
He was sad, drunk and angry
Picking his chipped teeth and drowning in envy
Your blood on his right hand; an image still burned in my mind
Well, I was a matchstick
Stopping a freight train
I was a whisper in the midst of a crowd
I was a good time
In a sad life
I realized
Yeah, I was a temp-fix
A laugh on a bad day
I was the sun that's peaking through your storm clouds
But in the end, you always knew they'd come back around
Well, I found myself in a dark, dirty alley
The night after I marched at a trans pride rally
He kicked me in my mouth and left me to choke on my blood
Then I lost my hope at a dive bar in Philly
Planning my exit and tossing back whiskey
I felt disconnected, the crucifix fell from its chain
And I was a matchstick
Stopping a freight train
I was a whisper in the midst of a crowd
I was a good time
In a sad life
I realized
Yeah, I was a temp-fix
A laugh on a bad day
And I was the sun that's peaking through your storm clouds
But in the end, you always knew they'd come back around
So I'm going back to see your sister now
She never left that town near Philly, but
The pregnancy went well
She keeps sending me pictures
I got another one today
There's Jenny
Her husband Richard
And their baby girl named Kate
But I was a matchstick
Stopping a freight train
What the f*ck was I supposed to do?
Yeah, I was a good time
In a sad life
I realized
Yeah, I was a temp-fix
A laugh on a bad day
And I was the sun that's peaking through your storm clouds
But in the end, you always knew they'd come back around
Yeah, I was only a phone call away when they came back around