(If) the Book Doesn't Sell

More so than me
 She knows my name
 And more so than me
 Understands this pain
 I'm either too lost
 Or not lost enough
 I think I'm too smart
 For this type of love
 I wasn't sent off
 But straight to the ground
 And I know God best
 Is one with no crown
 Don't know why the past affects me in this way
 Don't know where I'll go if I leave here today
 But I know my limits and you're not the type
 To be fooling around in this way
 No reason you're here but there's reasons to stay
 Not as easy to know as it's easy to say
 'Cause to my family and my friends I can't think of one thing
 That I gain
 But more for me
 And more for me
 More for me
 Age 14 at midnight I hear voices from the kitchen
 I let my feet follow the sound as I let my ears listen
 I walk upstairs and at the kitchen table I can see
 That God is sitting with the Devil, sharing drinks and old stories
 The floorboard creaks
 A red embarrassment floods all throughout God's face
 He swears that it's not what it looks like
 Then he swears he can explain
 The Devil speaks
 "Your God and I put all our differences to rest
 And though man's actions are his own
 But man will blame us nonetheless"
 The Devil stands
 He grabs his keys and straightens out a rusted crown
 He tells me, "Hell is frozen over
 Heaven burned down to the ground
 And you have only got one life
 So do with it what you would like
 We solemnly apologize but we won't be there when you die"
 And I stand cold and alone in a body that won't move
 Watching the eyes of these gods that I once knew
 One pair looks down in a half-hearted lie while
 The other looks straight into mine with a whole truth
 Lacking the fear I've been told that God deserves
 I say, "What good is a prayer that goes unheard"
 He says, "What hope could they find in a book
 If the book doesn't sell and the pages stay unturned"
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 And with a wink, the Devil turns and exits the back door
 And God is standing there in silence with his eyes glued to the floor
 But then he speaks
 "I am no savior but I give them what they need
 And there has never been a dreamer who prefers reality
 The war for truth is raging on but it's not one you have to fight
 And if it is the truth you want, then it is hope you'll sacrifice
 It's yours to choose and you can choose
 This is not the way I am, this is just how I was raised
 So let me make up my own mind, let me map out my own way
 And to the parents of the kids with tongues down in their throats
 Because of tears that you will cry
 If they don't stick to what they know
 I'm sure you're giving it your best
 And I am sure it takes a toll
 But whether God given or not
 Our lives are not to be controlled
 Just let us choose