San Francisco Super-moon

I guess when I thought I wanted religion, I wanted a God that thought the change on the street was better than nothing.  Optimistic, positive.  Ringing affirmative.  

When it comes to teaching things you don't know about, the best way to go is to pretend.  That way no one suspects that the chocolate covered lies that truly spill out of your mouth.  But believe me when I say, this ain't no fondue.  

When I decided it wasn't for me, I didn't tell anyone.  If I was a superhero, I'd be "The Girl that Knows How To Save Face".  I have a persona that is excellent and a personality to match.  I met a boy with a beard whom my dad calls a 'wonder' and I guess that means he likes him.  I love him, which is weird.  The last boy I loved decided love didn't exist.  

I want to travel to San Francisco and share a bed with a boy who could possibly be lying to me.  I don't think he is, but what do I know.  When you call the name "Naive" in class, I'm the first to raise my palm and say, "Here!"  

Religion and icons and idols and lies and nature and naive and gorgeous to some people.  Do I have to quit on Jesus Christ if I want to play music and travel the world?

I've lived for far too long in a population that contradicts itself and far too little in the actuality of the modern world.  I don't care to "get with the times".  I don't care to sell myself short.  

What do I care about, you ask?

Not much, I could say.  I could tell you that maybe the sun sets on the other side, but the moon stays up all night.  Tonight, the clouds covered it even though it was a Super-moon.  "It's orange," my step mother texted and I didn't have the heart to tell her it was black to me.  God could be orange, and I could be missing my step.  

But I care. 

I'll lie a little more to keep you around, even if for just a little while.  I'll keep my wants from the prying eyes for a few more months at the most.  

Maybe when Christmas rolls around, I could tell the truth. 

It'd be a Christlike Christmas after all. 

Maybe when New Years comes.

We all love a good twelve o'clock surprise.  

Or maybe I'll take off to San Francisco and tell the Golden Gate bridge around Easter. 

Who can judge on the day of the Lord's birth? 

I could stay silent.  I could stay silent.  

I could never tell.  I could never tell. 

Ringing affirmative:

I won't ever tell.