Bad Sects - Cursive

For 20 years I’ve held this pulpit

Preached the word, served the Eucharist

Gained the trust of the townsfolk

Made every football game, never missed a social

Last week, a boy I taught theology

Came back in town with a new ideology

And now those feelings-- I tucked away

Threaten this sanctuary

A lifetime of burning culminated in one innocent, forbidden touch

I know this is wrong because I’m told this is wrong

A new recruit, twenty-five years old

He joined the habit with a chip on his shoulder

Some nights he’d proclaim his preference

But only flat back drunk on a bottle of Jameson

One of those nights we stayed up, the two of us

Singing our lives, just the two of us

We were hiding in the dark

I fell asleep by his side

We woke to the chimes of the bells in the steeple and ran off to separate rooms

They can’t know what we’ve done

Or our whole world would come undone

You’ll never live this down

You’ll never live this down

You’ll never live this down

(They're gonna find you out!)

You’ll never live this down

(And when they find you out!)

You’ll never live this down

(They're gonna drag you out! Don’t let them find you!)

I know this is wrong, because we’re told this is wrong