You Didn't Leave Religion, Religion Left You

People move on, People quit jobs And pay a pretty penny for advice that couldn't be further from fact Are you seeing my future in that crystal ball Or the reflection of my credit card? But you can be the hopeful And i’ll be the realist And make sure when you arrive Your lips are sealed the tightest I know we’re all thinking about being worried about what happened last time And your mirror talk must’ve been out of practice You have no idea what I know now Thanks to your unknowing love for a poetic parapraxis The way you knock on my door Tells me everything I need to know The you that kept your fist hanging there Is the you I sent home Before the floor turned to ashes And smoke became the air Call me Mr. Magazine Cause my pages are filled with different headlines to make you love me But we could be in the background of people's favorite photos I don’t wanna be someone’s top four I wanna be someone’s whole world And at this point, the news is just hell on earth But nothing is heaven Nothing is heaven Call me Mr. Magazine Cause my pages are filled with different headlines to make you love me And the news at this point is just hell on earth But nothing is heaven? Nothing is heaven But you can be the hopeful And i’ll be the realist You didn’t leave religion, Religion left you People move on And people quit jobs But a part of my heart breaks for them to stay When I barely even know their names The way you knock on my door Tells me everything I need to know The you that kept your fist hanging there Is the you I sent home screaming Before the floor turned to ashes, And smoke became the air You didn’t leave your religion, Religion left you And at this point, the news is just hell on earth But this is heaven You've brought me heaven And the news at this point is just hell on earth But this is heaven This just feels like heaven But we could be in the background of people's favorite photos I don’t wanna be someone’s top four I wanna be someone’s whole world