The Easy Confidence (What I Would Say to You Now)

I was screaming out your name, I guess you never heard me. But I was screaming it for years, And I think I deserve A reason for why you've been so elusive. Now I've been thinking about my life and I can't believe that I have wasted so much time trying to be what Everyone loves, The prodigal son returning. Oh, what a sight, The prodigal son returning. If Jesus Christ ever reached down And touched my life, He certainly left no sign to let me know he had. And I wouldn't mind that he couldn't find the time, It's just that now my heart longs for things that probably don't exist. But now I think I see this for what it is. Oh my soul! Oh, my soul is tired, But I've got an itch to scratch, I've got a stone to throw, And I want to sink my teeth into your hollow bones. I've got a bone to pick, And I want to pick it clean! Oh, the prodigal son and his shameful disbelief. I want something better. I want something better. I want something real. I want something real. I want something better. I want something better. I want something real. I want something real. And this is the part where my exit starts, Becase I caught a glimpse of the father's heart. Do we want something we can't have? Do we want something we can't have? So come on, friends, Count up your sins: One for being human, Two for being born like this. This isn't love. We're not in love. If you wanted love, You just should've spoken up.