Swan Song - Gus Dapperton

Oh, what a loss

If that’s a good word for it

Though books of God still seem to think we start here

Oh, what a cost

If it’s even worth something

Though I apostacize, I’ll die like a good martyr

And I don’t need to know the way to your heart

And I don’t even know a good place to start

I did that to myself

I’m not asking for help

I don’t need to know the way to your head

I don’t even know if the race will commence

I did that to myself

Put me through Hell

Why, I oughta set you free

Wistful thoughts will make me weak

But, by God, if it could work, do your worst

Oh, what a pain

If that’s a good word for it

Though books of Dawkins seem to think that we are through

Oh, what a weight

If it’s even burdening

Though I evolve, I’m still the same as I was with you

And I don’t need to know the way to your heart

But I don’t even know a good place to start

I did that to myself

I’m not asking for help

I don’t need to know the way to your head

I don’t even know if the race will commence

I did that to myself

Put me through Hell

When I lost my memory

Babe, you taught me everything

If, by God, there’s room to learn, say the word

You were acting strange (No, really, don’t sweat it)

You had a lot up on your plate (And believe me, I get it)

But I needed it to change (I do not regret it)

Yeah, I needed things to change (And I will not forget it)

Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it

Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it

Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it

Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it