I Still Got Wings

If she was the original sinner,
damned for knowing,
I imagine she won’t
mind that growing —

cynicism in her veins
the gathering mistrust
of everything she was supposed to love
as it crumbles into dust

flaming sword aside
She loved the way I lied

What would she have been
if she never knew what not to do?
What would she have done
if she never knew who not to be?
Without a good example, maybe all she needed was a warning, someone big to take the fall
Well I still got wings to carry her down, so don’t you mind, don’t you mind, honey, don’t you mind at all.

She ate the whole ripe thing
after I gave her that first taste.
She took a second for her lover,
and not a bite to waste.

But no mistake, it wasn’t too quick;
it took three days to slake our thirst —
An apple wasn’t the only thing that passed her honeyed lips
Would’ve gone just the same, if he’d’ve been first.

I’ll bet you
flaming sword aside
they loved the way I lied

What would they have been
if they never knew what not to do?
What would they have done
if they never knew who not to be?
Without a good example, maybe all they need’s a warning, someone big to take the fall
Well I still got wings to carry us down, so don’t you mind, don’t you mind, honey, don’t you mind at all.

I move through the grass my belly in the dust
My head under his heel; your preachers call it just
I was the brightest star, His first before the son
I was the sweetest song and my time is not quite done

I’ll bet you
flaming sword aside
she loved the way I lied

What would they have been
if they never knew what not to do?
What would they have done
if they never knew who not to be?
Without a good example, maybe all they need’s a warning, someone big to take the fall
Well I still got wings to carry us down, so don’t you mind, don’t you mind, honey, don’t you mind at all.

I’ll bet you
flaming sword aside
you all love the way I lie

What would you want to be
if they never told you what not to do?
What would you want to do
if they never told you who not to be?
There is no good example, maybe all you get is a warning, someone big to take the fall
And I still got wings to carry us all down, down, down, so don’t you mind, don’t you mind, honey, ohhh — don’t you mind at all.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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