Jesus Christ,

I’m alone again. So what did you do those three days you were dead? ‘Cause this problem’s going to last more than a weekendd.

I know you think I’m someone you trust, but I’m scared I’ll get scared, and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up.

I know you’re coming for the people like me, but we all got wood and nails; we’re tongue tied to a hating factory.