Oh My God I Miss You

I- Im a thinking girl
Who never considered god
Never, in the sense you see
Considered him logically
So what do you do when you whittle him down
To nothin but a stone in the barren ground?
What do you do when you whittle him down
To nothin but a memory from your hometown?
I go wild with possibility
I go wild with my fragility
But theres something in the stone
Theres something I just know
I just know
Growing up, there was a lot of praising
A lot of singing to an empty heaven
Growing up, there was a lot of judging
Yeah they could never get enough
So what do you do when you whittle him down
To your way to win the white house now hes nothing but a clown?
what do you do when you whittle him down
to your ticket into heaven with your bombs strapped down?
I go wild with fury
I go wild with insecurity
But theres something in the stone
Theres something I just know
I just know
Plant a little seed in a baby
Its gonna grow grow grow
Plant a little seed in a baby girl,
its sure to grow, its sure to grow
Well you plant a little seed in me
And its growing growing growing like a w**d
You sure did water me daily, cause fears something I can eat
I gotta take it up
I gotta take it up
I gotta take it up
With the ones I love