Church Van Lyrics

Church Van

That night she made me a man in the back of the church van

Under a blanket, driving hone in the dark

Everyone asleep or so we thought

And when we pulled back into town, I knew she would let me down

She barely looked back at me, just started talking to Katie

And that was all we ever had

You don't have to remember every single damn thing

There's an art to forgetting certain bits and pieces

Because they're bound for destruction like candle wax to the flame

And their light will keep you up for hours before you sleep again

That day I caused such a fuss in the back of the blue bird bus

My spiral notebook, some pages ripped out and thrown

And I put my fist across his nose

And when the blood began to pour well, he didn't bother me no more

It stained his t-shirt, got all mixed up with the tears

And I cried right there beside him

You don't have to feel sorry for every single damn thing

Because it's not worth remembering those petty childish feelings

Because they're drowned in delusion and they're drunk with romance

And they're bound to tear you to pieces if you give them half a chance

That night she made me a man in the back of the church van

She barely looked back at me, it wasn't supposed to mean a thing

And that was all we'll ever have