Kind of Thing

Hear you calling far off in the distance
And your cries are sweet enough, crash
And all the drunk people cheering all hours
Five minutes I missed when I was fifteen
Trying to figure out the meaning of it all
How can I mean it’s what I wanted
How can I mean it’s God in me
I need something Holier than this
For crying out loud
I don’t need an answer
I just needed to say it out loud
I won’t stay here
I don’t need your saving
You’re the kind of thing I used to sing about
You’re the kind of thing I used to sing about
Here I find myself thinking
What if you are exiled
For my presumably sinful way of living
When I really am the freest of thm all
How could you say it’s what you wanted?
How could you say it’s the devil in m?
Well, I need something Holier than religion
For crying out loud
I don’t need your answers
I just needed to say it out loud
I won’t stay here
I don’t need your saving
You’re the kind of thing I used to sing about
You’re the kind of thing I used to sing about
You’re the kind of thing I used to sing about
How I can’t seem to get over or get out
How everything centres around your faith
But it doesn’t and it won’t and I’m great
But it doesn’t and it won’t and I’m great
But it doesn’t and it won’t and I’m great
But it doesn’t and it won’t and I’m great
But it doesn’t and it won’t and I’m great
But it doesn’t and it won’t and I’m great
You’re the kind of thing I used to sing about