I’m just a god-ish kid in a broke-down town,
halos bent from the bottles we passed around.
Pray to the static in my cheap earbuds—
angels hum the chorus, but they mumble the love.
I bleed neon, dream in 8-bit flame,
preaching to the dashboard, screaming my name.
If heaven’s a glitch, then let me crash the code,
upload my sins on this gravel road.
I’m half divine, half disaster,
a Sunday saint turned Saturday faster.
Touch my skin—feel the thunder crack,
halfway to glory, never coming back.