Turn the Cheek

You call me a drama queen
You yell it out from your one way street
What's the point of getting all worked up
It doesn't seem like something Jesus does
It doesn't seem like something Jesus did

Turn the cheek forgive the hit
Love the one you wanna hate

High school seems so far away
All my old friends have gone away
But I guess we all live in the same dumb town
I brush your wrist in that strange-lit crowd
I brush your wrist in this stranger's crowd

But I won't talk about you
Behind your back, won't stab it

Blue islands in my head
Safe thoughts from the books I've read
This sin-world keeps dragging me down
I don't wanna give up my crown
Don't make me give up my crown

Ashes, beauty, the circle
Closes for eternity

Hold fast the Eucharist
Lift up your forehead for a holy kiss
Seeing light in a pool of dark
Where every moment is a perfect spark
This moment is a perfect spark

Try and dream of saving
Leave my fear of dying
That's what you did

When I'm alone the mirror talks back
Go to the mall for that human contact
Bathroom tiles and swirling eyes
Why are you tempting me with that lie
Stop tempting me with your lie

Drop the crumpled apple
Walk out of the garden into the world