Holden Chapman

How can there be a God,

if making love hurts?
Same with the sun,

it only comes out

when it feels like coming out.
And I didn’t shoot John Lennon.

It wasn’t Holden,

it was Chapman, I swear.

Besides, I wouldn’t dare.

He may have had me in his arms,

but i wasn’t there.
You talk of India.

You say you’re serious about Thailand.

But you and I both know,

you’ll never go farther than Disney Land.