Late To the Party

It’s the end of the world As we lay and dream with Twinkling stars above. Can we count all the love? Steamrolling each other In the grass? Take me for a fool Cuz I am But a mean man never made me laugh. The wounded heart crying for Mercy. Jesus helps us all, such heresy. Just think: You could be someone else’s unicorn. So why so forlorn? You will never win them all. But those you will Will carry you to heaven In a box You did not decide upon. And that’s okay, cuz, It’s your birthday. Look at you All dolled-up and pearled For the end of the world.