John Berryman Saved Mine And Took His Own

From the steps at St. Patrick's. Do you want me to tell it like boy meets girl, or do you want it like a murder mystery? I think I'm going to tell it like a comeback story.

The night that we connected I was expecting a classical arrangement, but her kisses were just white noise. She was the type that gathered gospel from gossip magazines and bar talk. Salvaging sermons from message boards and scene reports, she was always trying out new testaments on the guys sitting next to her in bars... with bars in their windows. I don't think she was ever aware that her grievances still showed when her soap box unfolded.

Lost in all of the lights, she connected with the clever kids. Knowing that it's too hard to feel holy when you can't even come clean... she came to in a confession booth.

With nobody around, she climbed the cross and found that she liked the view. So she put her mouth around a difficult question and asked the Lord what he recommended to a real sweet girl who has made some not so sweet friends.

I'm not sure what He told this soft girl in hard times, but I know that I'll always forgive her for forgetting how to sing the high notes. She speaks so much better in chorus anyway.