baptize me in the bathtub ( 2 of 3 )

i believe in god, but i've never known him at one of his steeples

but i swear i can feel heaven while i roller skate through sprinklers with my best friend in the early morning

i can hear angels singing choruses of hallelujahs when he talks to me about bubblegum in the front seat of his car

so don't take me to church
take me to your bedroom
show me the books on your shelves
& show me the soccer trophy you won in fourth grade

i'm not familiar with the book of ecclesiastes,
but i'm familiar with my mother's tired voice when she reminds me to put on my seatbelt

& i've never walked on water,
but one time i ran on slopes of green while i was having a picnic with just myself

i haven't read the bible,
but i've read love notes written in crayon passed between two third graders

& i don't know what comes after all of this
all i know is that i am still here
i am still here

it might take me longer than three days to rise,
but i'll bounce back,
i always have

so stain me like the glass windows in the cathedral

baptize me in the bathtub

pull me apart like your holy bread