Turn the Cheek

You call me a drama queen You yell it out from your one way street What's the point of getting all worked up It doesn't seem like something Jesus does It doesn't seem like something Jesus did Turn the cheek forgive the hit Love the one you wanna hate High school seems so far away All my old friends have gone away But I guess we all live in the same dumb town I brush your wrist in that strange-lit crowd I brush your wrist in this stranger's crowd But I won't talk about you Behind your back, won't stab it Blue islands in my head Good thoughts from the books I've read This sin-world keeps dragging me down I don't wanna give up my crown Don't make me give up my crown Ashes, beauty, the circle Closes for eternity Hold fast the Eucharist Lift up your forehead for a holy kiss Seeing light in a pool of dark Where every moment is a perfect spark This moment is a perfect spark Try and dream of saving Leave my fear of dying That's what you did When I'm alone the mirror talks back Go to the mall for that human contact Bathroom tiles and swirling eyes Why are you tempting me with that lie Stop tempting me with your lie Drop the crumpled apple Walk out of the garden into the world