A shadow of a shadow of a ghost
And a burnt piece of toast
An image of an image of a dream
And I think you're being mean
Once I thought I saw you in my backup camera
But it was only a traffic cone
Once I thought I heard you in my Airpodspeakers
And I did: I was listening to your voicemail
Oh my God, what have I done?
My Jesus Christ, 'till Thy kingdom come
I will sin and lie so that Thy grace might multiply
As I live and die, I will cheat and steal and cry