Don't Be Sad - The Weeks

God took a razor, cut holes in our face

2 to hear, two to see, 2 to smell, one to taste

An unshaking hand with precision and grace

Showing everyone gets lonely sometimes

No one was righteous

We all came out wrong

Some of us were too short too fat or too tall

He kept on cutting and we sewing up cloth

Trying to build someone built for a savior

Don’t be sad, we were all thrown away

But there is enough of us crumpled up people

We’ll find somebody somebody

Take a look in my bag, it’s the meaning of youth

Nothing but emptiness, innocence, cigarettes and a dead brown recluse

Please keep me out of your history books

I’ll be known for the places and hands that I shook

He cut us to sinner and singers and crooks

But he just couldn’t get what he longed for

We wandered around and we learned how to speak

We wanted so badly to pray or to preach

Some all-seeing father so far out of reach

So I didn’t even bother trying

Don’t be ashamed if you’re seeking a friend

It’s a beautiful reason to die in the end

It’s why we’re all here just searching mistakes

A little too much like father

We’re destined to be little stains in the paint

You can pick us and chip us and throw us away

But some color will shine through from some yesterday

So you’ll never forget where you came from